O ardent Dionysos
to you all hearts are open,
all desires are known,
and from you no secrets are hidden;
so I do not have to fear, or hide, or pretend
to be anything other than what I am around you.
I can worship you with my whole heart,
weird and broken as it is,
holding nothing back,
with nothing to feel shame or guilt about.
I am free, and wild, and fucking insane,
and I am completely yours,
O Holy Heart of my God.