Swallow It
And at your banquet
while they serve you
you stay silent.
The flint glass cup
shines in front of your plate
blood-red for the sweet poison
whose scent hypnotizes
and you stare at
the reflection of your face
in this dark fluid mirror.
Swallow this drink
before it evaporates
or spills on the towel
spotting forever this linen
like a never-forgotten blot
from a recent ripped hymen
Take this cup, man
delicate
but strong and confident
It is dark, deep
but yet it's transparent
if you look at it through the light
What if it can kill?
No ambrosia has its taste.
To have it -- is to die happy,
to not -- is to be dead alive.
Enjoy it and feel fine.
It is your banquet
and at your banquet
you will always see yourself on my face
for I will always be the sweetest wine.
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