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Dionysus

Pulsing crowd of revelry, 
Open sensed to swimming steam of night
The thick, red flow of wine pushes fast from the bottle
Summer heat sweats the shirt from the shoulders

Your raised eyebrow stare thrown casual 
Yet wanting grinds behind your smile
God of mirth
God of drink
I cannot find ways enough to tear myself near you

Intoxication tangles from the lips
Clever strength swoons me closer

Ripe we've plucked our moment 
This room flows from us
As we rush through the bottlenecked throng

Privacy spills onto us, we cut through the hot air
Breathing close our lips
Wine and warmth runs red my veins

Yet once again, does bitter end my revelry?
In a shattered instant, you're a mortal man
Sapped of might by giving over
I cannot hold a god, he changes in my reach

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