Drowned God

Soft tongue, sharp teeth Leave unto me your poetry like a wreath Ivory skin, translucent. You breathe color unto me, Wreak ravishing horrors. We become Dionysus’s servants Dance, dancing mad, tremulous whispers lulling me further Into the eye of the maelstrom. Twisty and dark, your salty kiss burns and deteriorates. You spit out the bones, the tarry flesh, cracks besmirched ivory A rusted over echo Of a copy of a copy of a copy