~ la Invitation Bacchae ~


Come, let us gather grapes fresh from the vine
And savor there warm, succulent burst
Tantalizing to the tongue in squirts of sweetness
Intoxicated by the act of living unabashed, unashamed

As night falls in languid laps, we’ll rise, sing praises
Invoking “the liberator” observe abandonment
Dance ‘neath that opulent pearl stranded in stars
Wearing leafy weaves of those purple orbs

Emulating antiquities maids, draped in femininity
Lifting lily white arms, arching and interlocking
Light of foot we’ll scatter amongst the ruins of our rites
Exhausted, lulled asleep by lute and lyre, enchanted

Dawn to find us renewed in waves of womanhood
Slumbering upon velvet beds of moss, content
Come, let us gather grapes fresh from the vine.

O’Prunty
7/18/14

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