I see you there –

Dancing

Wild in the life you’ve created

And kissed by the gods

Who designed you

To reflect the beauty

Of their loves

And in their dreams,

A vision brought forth

From a womb of creativity,

Cradled in perfect imagery,

And careening unchained through the earthly fantasies

Of Olympian kings.

Robust and on fire,

Dionysian kin

Compelling me

In life, and art, and sin.

Warm in the sun

And hot on my skin

You give rise to the restlessness within.

An Ampelos to my divining,

A promise of miracle

And intoxication,

A seduction so complete

It lifts the souls

Off their feet –

They go stumbling helpless toward your gaze.

A gift unto me –

A river that flows

Melodically,

Flutes and horns

Of wine and songs,

An orgy of the senses

That plays on my defenses,

Pulling me down to kneel

On my pedestal

Which you have provided.

And so I raise you up,

Like Krotos to the stars.

This muse mused by you –

A king

Crowned in vine

And thrown in skin,

A whisper of the way things might have been

If you and I

Were “you and I” –

But sadly, we are naught,

As you have yet

To come

To me.