To Dionysus,
Pledged in endless mirth.
I loved them all,
Every woman.
Loved to a fault.
Substance & sacrilege.
Fettered days of torment,
Self-inflicted.
A toast!
To raggedy ghosts,
Holding us in arms of fate –
Helped us home instead.
Yes.
A hundred times.
I’ll sin a hundred more.
To Dionysus, Pledged In Endless Mirth.
