pride
this poem is the product of a semester of a really facinating pagan culture class and (wierdly creative) me.
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DIONYSUS
I fell into his bed
Unconscious asleep
Drunk from the fruit of his vine
Beautiful and terrible
Youthful and fierce
A god in his own right
Born thrice never dead
Chaos so devine
Took me over
Made me linger
Arching my back
With a touch
Controlling all
With a whisper
Crumbled all order
Temptation so sweet
Appearing to me
As a smile
Leaving as a kiss
A sin of regret
Tears flowing
A lingering redness
On my cheeks
Embarrassing pleasure
Deceitful pain incurred
On others and myself
Retribution self-inflicted
Enthused and orgiastic
Pleasures of the flesh
Saying no and meaning yes
Dionysus does not allow
Disobedient servants
His rituals so secret
Hidden pleasures in the dark
His lures supernatural
With flesh so mortal
He took me over
He made me sin
In the night
And I let him
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i've had a few ideas floating in my head for a while this is just one of them. more will come i'm sure.
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DIONYSUS
I fell into his bed
Unconscious asleep
Drunk from the fruit of his vine
Beautiful and terrible
Youthful and fierce
A god in his own right
Born thrice never dead
Chaos so devine
Took me over
Made me linger
Arching my back
With a touch
Controlling all
With a whisper
Crumbled all order
Temptation so sweet
Appearing to me
As a smile
Leaving as a kiss
A sin of regret
Tears flowing
A lingering redness
On my cheeks
Embarrassing pleasure
Deceitful pain incurred
On others and myself
Retribution self-inflicted
Enthused and orgiastic
Pleasures of the flesh
Saying no and meaning yes
Dionysus does not allow
Disobedient servants
His rituals so secret
Hidden pleasures in the dark
His lures supernatural
With flesh so mortal
He took me over
He made me sin
In the night
And I let him
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i've had a few ideas floating in my head for a while this is just one of them. more will come i'm sure.