You & Your Dionysus

You & your Dionysus

Choose to exist as extreme opposites,

With your silent cold shoulders,

Or rowdy

       Raucous

          Ritual madness.

           As opposite as East and West

             Going far enough in one direction to

Turn into the other—

Making you both one in the same…

Two extreme natures to your personality,

From catatonic melancholia,

              To acrimonious bellicosity.

I would rather you abandon me,

To go live with your Dionysus,

& your self-pity,

Than to chastise me with your accusatory fallacies 
                                             and your monotonous  misconceptions.

—Let me just say; three is a crowd.

The Key

The key to this iced over heart ...

Long ago, intentionally lost; I tossed it

in the deepest darkest

fissures of 

Valhalla’s Catacombs

upon my visit there

        in the distant past; where

             Lo there, I was not wanted yet--

             For I was slain not in combat, but in love,

and so came back--leaving the key to its oblivion.

My heart remained surrounded by ice, and 

Surrounded by darkness.

The intent was to keep it locked 

        for evermore,

Numb to the pain 

that no one could see;

no longer hurting every time i drew breath. 

....somehow, 

a key,

mysteriously in your possession,

created from that

internal light,

In that

place inside you 

                       where the entire universe dwells.

You fashioned the impossible

A Skeleton key to my heart.

Without your key and your antics--

the frigid sorrow within 

       will refuse to be unlocked or

                                      annihilated.

And so it begins.

I feel the melting,

and it pains me;

like the pain from an unfreezing of 

outer extremities, 

only deep within...

I forgot how much love can hurt.