THE CLOSET MYSTIC

Free me

From my masculine confines

Transmute me,

from water to wine

Sip from me

Put your lips upon my cup

My poisoned chalice

Of rosey red hues

Now stains you

Might I intoxicate you?

Might you come back for more?

I’d like for you

To taste power

Drain me

For I know

The returns are infinite

Suckle upon my blood