RAINE REFLECTIONS
Dionysus & Aoide
Drank a little wine
this evening
probably more
than I really should,
but it was late
and the muse was calling
with naked breasts
and I haven’t seen that
kind of action in a while,
wishing I still could
dancing to better days
exploring forbidden forests
with bronze patina feelings
listening to unwritten songs
dropping keys
down with the swingers
trading partners, fancying
haunting-lingered longings,
sensual cravings,
hidden desires,
maudlin chances,
the epiphany of passion
yielding to the temptation
of a red apple
If you listen gently
you can hear Medea’s cries . . .
she brings it all, Aoide,
and I get so thirsty
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