Dionysus

Along the echoed street,
You heard my screams.
Like an animal trapped in wire,
I clung to the warmth of your fire.

You caressed my bones in guilty passion,
And spoke your wisdom in majestic tones.
I smelt the dirt on your flesh,
From the old and dusty land
Like an animal trapped in wire,
I clung to the warmth of the fire.

You caressed my bones in guilty passion,
And spoke your wisdom in majestic tones.
I smelt the dirt on your flesh,
From the old and dusty land
Like an animal trapped in wire,
I clung to the warmth of the fire.