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Odette
...written on 2008-04-15, @ 2:12 p.m.
I am drinking raindrops like fine wine and devouring dirt like ambrosia. This is some silent, bacchal fantasy. I am lust and light and the unseen.
Some modern maiden, corsetted and dancing, praying on the mortal man comes cooing forward. So cry out and, pray great horned god, please go easy on this fragile innocent. Leave fire blazing in her belly but break her not. When she comes crawling back don't leave her crying.
Oh gentle one, whisper fondly in her ear and feed her grapes from hand. Lay smiling at her side and bless her for her servitude. And, upon morning, leave her lying silently among the laurels. Cast her, sibilant sighs and all, among the swans.