I was bitter about the unremarkable
And plain manner in which I followed rules and was glad.
I dressed down or up to be successful.
When someone told me they loved me, I felt slightly panicked and sad.
I never felt comfortable loving another.
They should have told me: Dionysus is the only lover.
Dionysus, with wine, and nothing on,
Is the only god having fun.
The messy, bucolic parade
Is a myth the clever Apollo made
To identify Dionysus with weeds and rustic shade.
Dionysus is more urbane, insistent and crude
Than nature. Dionysus has never obeyed
Time, or slow dripping pleasure,
When, spilling wine, or hearing music, we watch our senses fade.
Dionysus is more chaotic and rude
Than sorrow, or when the intoxicated fall.
The goal of Dionysus is to embarrass all.
Dionysus plays a tune which tortures normalcy,
A sweet tune sweet lips play
Deep inside the mind all day.
With dry mouth, embarrassed,
We watch a long, passionate, lesbian kiss.
And girlfriends and wives
Chew their lips uneasily.
Woman kisses woman, a long kiss to embarrass the woman and the man.
Who kisses and understands a kiss? Only Dionysus can.
