Finding Dionysus: Descent

When first I was thrown to Erebos
cold shocked my drowning soul
ice lips numbed me
then warmed me to a different sigh

I watched the swirling mists of shades
dipped my hand
the current altered
bringing a flow to his realm

I had never known
what vessel his words uncorked
how diving deeper would fill me
with a taste for something more
nor how the blood-colored seeds I bit
would stain my heart burgundy
a full cup that I tasted
as he poured

first published Crucible