The Bacchus' Ode - Poem by Desmond Blaine
Close your eyes and take a breath,
Inhale the city of an hour late;
May the hidden kiss of night
Embrace thy spirit in its flight!
Like voodoo rhythm of the night
Your heart is beating tempo presto;
Insanity inside your mind:
This is Bacchus' manifesto!
And as the Moon from high above
Spies the city lights make love
To silence of the streets asleep,
The drunken god will kiss the skin
of ever-loving Nysiad;
Let the way of Bacchus win.
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