Singing,
down the road,
Between
hill and vale,
Drowned
in the divine,
Arm
in arm with happiness,
Praising
Gods
Dionysus
and Isis,
Loving
them with fleeting souls.
Colorful
and warm,
White
and black and red.
Her
mouth, her thighs,
Limbs
of cooling fire,
Moving,
Gently,
Like
the furious ocean,
Floating,
drowning.
Melting,
molding,
Dying.
All
and one,
And
giving birth,
To a new day.
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