Follow our rowboat as
we cross the sea to worship
in the temple of Dionysus.

Convalesce on velvet cushions
Bury your lips in the mound of another
All debauchery is welcome here

Let the centaur predict your fate
Divine constellations his guide
He speaks in foreign tongues

Drape your body in ivy
Raise the chalice
Pound the fennel staff into mossy earth

Dance with us!
The amethyst fire awaits
Turn your eyes toward the moon
and scream.

Tara Dasso is a poet and teacher from Western Massachusetts where she lives with her husband, Keene and son, Alex. She enjoys writing about the extraordinary moments in everyday interactions between people. She enjoys collaborating across genres. Her work appears in Page &Spine, GFT press, Scarlet leaf Review and others.