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Maenadness

Where should I be without you? –

you are strong and dark and wild;

when I’m with you I am happy

and as careless as a child.

You are teasing; you can sparkle;

you are young and you are green;

when you touch my lips I blossom;

you are earthy – you are clean.

Quite often you are fruity

and frequently you’re dry;

you can make me sing or silent,

make me giggle, make me cry.

I hunger for your body;

you smell of peach and musk;

I look for you at noon, and

I pine for you at dusk.

You are chilled and you are golden,

you are rich and you are deep;

you woo me into ecstasy

and soothe me into sleep.

You get me through catastrophes

with children, work and cash;

you’re amusing, you’re my muse; you

inspire me in a flash.

Though I’m fickle, though I’m faithless,

vino veritas – it’s true;

you’re the god that I came in with,

Dionysos – I’m with you.

Lynn Roberts