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Love Chalice
To drink from my chalice
cup of love sweeter then
the wine of Bacchus and
redder then the blood of
war, yet I wonder at the
tang just around the rim,
perhaps a touch of poison
desire.
I dance before the fire
illuminated in gypsy cloth
with a hypnotic sway of full
formed hips while eyes watch
through the smoke with a rising
passion.
The music speaks of sex as
it plays under the moon and
midnight suns, watching with a
wink, while one tries to distinguish
the predator from the prey, both
move in the tango of passivity and
aggression.
In the carnal ritual amid
darkened trees the stream
tinted red from the chalice
cup, while lust and love grapple
to the peak, ecstasy overflows
in climatic symphony and Bacchus
smiles knowingly as will curtains
close.
2:19 PM - 5/26/2006 -
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