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My Dionysian Desires
In purple prose
That is how my flowers grow
The stamens blossom in my gardens of ecstasy
Bold and in crimson, they shine
That is how my emotions flow
Gentle at first, it grows into a torrent
The feelings cascade.
The water falls over a precipice
The feelings are uncontrollable; my cup overflows:
We lose ourselves in the release.
There, we find peace.
Salvation is found in the sounds, and so we dance.
And it is there we become one
At one with the song
The melody is unrehearsed, and we embrace the Rites of Spring, and it is there we release the hurt.
Our hearts resonate with the sounds of the timpani drums
It is there we uncloak.
There, we find bliss in the kiss.
Hold me as our masks slip as we give ourselves into the release
The emotions pour
The energy is released as latent heat
Joy is the prerequisite
Sweet and sour are cherries on your lips.
