Of Sirens and Storms

Half faeral on sweet drinks and

Old wounds

Late for me half dreaming

Cross an empire falling, you say

Everything and nothing playing

Fast and loose with honesty and

Dancing along fears and

the promise of a dawn we only see clearly by moonlight

Softly you muse

About Odysseus destined for three rocks and

A wine-dark tomb.

I love you, I

Sew it carefully between laughs and innuendo 

Daylight would dispel the truth 

Instead listening rapt to your heresy

Your blasphemy of divine violence

Belittling the wind and rain and the breaking of the old

I forgive you, iconoclast

For you know not what you do

Here

Let me show you how I worship