join me, dance gleefully <br />on the grapes of wanton ways <br />flattened to perfection <br />pour forth wine <br />letting it flow into our mouths <br />in liquid rivulets <br />that tingle throats. <br />We'll strip naked <br />proclaiming our elation <br />while whirling together <br />in heathen glory <br />hearts like drums, <br />arms and legs <br />like vines... <br />Produce this fruit with me <br />and be mine.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bacchus-2/
