Dancing Past

Maenad
a rite
dancing past
redemption not needed

stained with the hunt
blood and wine crimson

my serpent whispers to me
with kisses
to an ear

ecstatic dance
unbound

your decency sliding
from me

mouth
neck
shoulders
breasts
crushed crimson

flying droplets
from the unstoppable passion

my rite
the Maenad's dance

liberation
my blessing

By Sweet Jane used with the permission of the poet.
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