Swallow It

And at your banquet while they serve you you stay silent. The flint glass cup shines in front of your plate blood-red for the sweet poison whose scent hypnotizes and you stare at the reflection of your face in this dark fluid mirror. Swallow this drink before it evaporates or spills on the towel spotting forever this linen like a never-forgotten blot from a recent ripped hymen Take this cup, man delicate but strong and confident It is dark, deep but yet it's transparent if you look at it through the light What if it can kill? No ambrosia has its taste. To have it -- is to die happy, to not -- is to be dead alive. Enjoy it and feel fine. It is your banquet and at your banquet you will always see yourself on my face for I will always be the sweetest wine.