Eila Mahima Jaipaul - Bacchus

join me, dance gleefully
on the grapes of wanton ways
flattened to perfection
pour forth wine
letting it flow into our mouths
in liquid rivulets
that tingle throats.
We'll strip naked
proclaiming our elation
while whirling together
in heathen glory
hearts like drums,
arms and legs
like vines...
Produce this fruit with me
and be mine.

Eila Mahima Jaipaul

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