by Courtney Nelms
Wine stained fingertips across letters,
red beneath nails, red beneath skin,
for you are without and you are within.
Reveler, twice born, your pain does not hinder your ravenous joy.
It is madness the way I laugh at my pain,
born through tragedy, leaving my stains.
And I come to you, never knowing
that you were with me all along.
I come to you with dance, with song.
Reveler, twice born, your madness intoxicates me.
Controlled outbursts, finding there is order to my insanity.
Reveler, twice born, you assure me.