YOUR CHALICE

(Your chalice)

Let me

drink from your

vineyard ,

a wine well

rounded and

mature ,

I sipped and

took nectar

that of the gods

and of

Dionysus.

Satiate that of

needs of

longing for that

of fruits

Glorious

unyeilding of

passion ,

Smooth and yet

sharp of

taste

Slow release and

yet that

of pleasure wet

and moist,

on tongue ,let

me drown

in aromas and

velvet of

your substance

pour

your force to

me lip to

sip ,

let me take your

final glass

of ambrosia,

empty to me do

not deny

me your

pleasure of

Rapture

speed to

release and

leave empty of

vessel,

moist and wet

and

Satiated.