loquaciouscat

I see how you are shaken by a mad fever, Dionysus. You tremble in the moonlight's gleaming nectar as does a new, loose-limbed fawn, heady with a foreign ecstasy that runs heavily through your veins. Your dance is a bright and glowing beast that rattles the world to its bones. I can feel it: the stirring storm; the spark scuttling just beneath the earth; the violent wind that scrapes soil from its gaping mouth. Oh! How the night is a-quiver with wanting when you sing. In the distance a cricket scrapes together its wings; strikes a low hum in its paper-thin breast as it wrings rivers from the clustered bodies of grapes. The stars turn violet-