Dionysus in the Jungle

Hearing oceans,
the river in your skin
Can I swim with our hands,
grazing like silken
in shadows rise the risks
In thoughtlessness,
bodies that snare

Stillness is moving
across colorful leaves against yer skin
Dionysus in the jungle
and the gushing of wine

The running wolves in waters
in colors rise a whiteness
In all blackness,
Colors that snare

tears of unawares,
the bursting blankness
Sleeping in the woods
With running wolves in waters
In every despair,
Happiness that snare

‘Ole aimless mem’ries,
how do you see?
yer tart wine burns throats among the wolves