when you dance it stirs, but it's not you at all

[besidethedark]

so we'll dance to a barbarous flow.
dionysus and apollo shaking hands: grinning
swaying slow
in the sweat of the sun

how we'll grin faces too
and close charcoaled lids
and praise the gods for the flying in that time before
I can almost remember that time before
I can almost remember