Wine In Bacchanal Excesses
Wine from out the groves of summer—
Libra glad in golden skies,
I am but a meek newcomer,
Wanting love in sweet reprise.
Love to lift and elevate me,
Love to sing her flawless ode,
Every pleasance to placate me,
Ecstasy my new abode!
Folded in the ochre dreaming,
Flaming reds about mine eye,
With the grapes in baubles gleaming,
And the wind a lullaby.
Swathed about me every pleasure!
Mythical the span of joy!
Bacchanal by every measure!
Fond in love and playing coy.
Dreams within my glances offered,
Intimations of delight,
Every brand of sweetness proffered,
Revelry and cheer alight.
From my hands the bounty spilling!
To my lover’s passive maw,
Bodies bared and sweetly thrilling,
Satisfied and wanting more.
Lovers twain within forever,
Locked enamoured through the eve,
Naught of doubtfulness to sever,
All the thrills that cupids weave.
Blazing hearts in flooding brightness,
Hedonistic whims to slake,
Pleasure’s pitch like heaven’s whiteness,
Only mythic mirth to make…
