So much a normal part of my night, now.
He still scares me.
His eyes, green, verdant, powerful -
They to me with emotions I have never felt
When I was alone.
The figure in my dreams hunts me down
Night after night, yet smiles when he captures me
As if he holds a fit of laughter
So close in check.
His long, twisted hair, fans softly across my cheek
Sighs, long, drawn out, a longing
Terrible hunger, unable to quench
This Lord of the Green, Dionysus in the flesh.
Madness, it comes for me
Through the eyes of green, staring, holding me
Bound, wrapped in His pagan arms.
Am I feeling love for the first time?
Or, is this the last?
He smells of musk, freshly turned earth,
Kisses made of water, magic
Rough, calloused hands, made dark by moonlight
Touch my face, that same smile lingers
As a torment to my existence.
Still, he does not tell me of the secret,
The why of the smile, damn, forever
Like Paradise Lost, Milton’s sacrificial lamb.
“Make me a Furie,” I tell him
my mouth covered by his moss-covered chest.
“Truly madness is my key, my right,
Nothing is said - should it by him?
As the reality pressed on me by so many
Begins to unravel and break,
Creating a slip in time, lost and forgotten
Not this time or this hour.
My Lord of the Wild, now flesh and grass,
King of what was once, now risen again.
My Heathen of right, my guide
Into a better place for us all.