Ancient winds

Dionysus came to me,
dressed in purple intoxicating madness.
My Venus bloomed,
devouring his every offering,
leading to ecstatic numbness of the senses.
Dancing in circles around the Gordian Knot,
indecisive whether to cut or untie it,
the crowd cheering divinely.
Look into the water,
descent into it’s depths.
Unmask the masked,
before you rise.

painting: the movement of water – isis


~ by Aquatic Poetry on August 3, 2010.

2 Responses to “Ancient winds”

  1. beautiful, a poem in depth.

  2. thank you for stopping by Jingle, good night!

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