D.Onysus

Hey, Maenad! Eat me up! 

Sacrifice me on the altar of your naughty bits,

Your indifference, your office calendar,

Your long legs and business suits,

Those lethal high-heeled shoes

Which kill me from a hundred yards,

Your perfume and the flowers

From your square-jawed fiancé

Who earns much more than me!

I’ll be Jesus,

If you wield the spear.

Pierce me with your eyes,

Probe and prod me,

Compel my submission

With damask and veils and nylon;

Engorge yourself on me,

Cram your mouth with me,

Sate yourself on an excess of

Blood and bitten flesh and juices,

Then raise up my wounded body in supplication

To an image of yourself.

Dine out on my agony!

I shall prostrate before

The dimples of your knees

And obey your every whim

Until it’s time for you to chase me

Across the roseate cliffs of dawn,

Naked and exultant,

Flaccid and absurd,

Shrieking my joy to the gulls

And floods of light

And tepid, salty sea,

Before, at long last,

You tear me apart.