Dionysian Ink
 
By Cheourn Touch
 
Dionysian Ink, talk to me,
tell me stories I can cry to,
grant me a vision:
an Apsara in majestic blue.
 
Late at night,
listening to the traffic lights,
I shiver.
 
Dionysian Ink, paint me a picture;
paint me buffaloes, rice patties, and naked children,
paint me farmers resting under tamarind trees,
paint me a picture so I can be free.
 
Late at night,
listening to the traffic lights,
I shiver.
 
Apollian Ink,
tell me who was my father;
tell me what was my mother like.
Apollian Ink,
hold my hands and whisper the truth,
I need to know who I am.
 
Late at night,
away from the traffic lights. . . .
 
Dionysian Ink,
Take me, please.

 
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