Barrio Bacchanalia
Come.
Feast with me.
The moon has pronounced
its divinity,
and you (alone) can define
the holiness of the night.
Drink my wine
fermented agitation of Styx.
Taste my sweets
fresh from Bermuda triangle.
Hosts are everywhere
wearing nothing.
Be full
for I am slobbering,
my body shakes in hunger
I am craving for something
only you can.provide.