Bacchus

them: an alcoholic

“Between the late sun, thief of / shadows, and the morning sun, for whom the river would not part. I would say fall on us, / green mountains. I would say cover us, green hills.”

“I keep remembering — I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me.”

If they ask, my name is written under the lids of rivers, cities and your dead.

“do you feel it? the swelling of music, the swimming of stars adrenaline thrumming in my bones, bleeding the air of life the way love lights us on fire, the kind lit from within. do you feel the way my heart beats against your fingertips as you kissed the moonlight, as i soared through the clouds how we rose to the center of the universe and felt the answers to all we ever asked? do you feel it? the way my breath hitches in-between stolen moments of life and laughter, when you shine as bright as the sun. don’t you feel your bones give out when you realize- this is it. this is what peace like, and it feels just like winter’s kiss.”

“…freedom, I am told, is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey.”

Zeus: i told you this morning, no weapons at the dinner table

“But the cup of my heart is still, and cold, and empty. When you come, it brims red and trembling with blood, heart’s blood for your drinking; to fill your mouth with love and the bitter-sweet taste of a soul.”