Honey Sweet and Fist Deep

Honey Sweet and Fist Deep
by Courtney Nelms

Born again, and again, ivy wreathed,
glowing with pride.

You are

The laugh through the pain, the madness beneath,
in which I confide.

Spill wine from the vein, cut at body and mind,
That’s okay

Tears are nurturing rain, and each wound will find
power in the decay.

You are the bed of nails, an ecstatic pressure,
the mighty leveler.

You are painful wails, hungry allure
My lord and reveler.

Laughter when we meet, though I weep,
torn apart.

Dionysus, you are honey sweet and fist deep
in my broken heart.