I saw him first among the early hills.
It was arousal that drew me. I heard
voices among the brambles and the chills
I felt just then were odd. It’s been rumored
that the lovelorn can love him. He comes, spun
flakes of winter in hues of gray. — He cums
in ways I do not these days. I’d loved one
who loved others. My long sexless doldrums
were a drag but in the hills I heard song
that roused in me what many a Bacchae
before felt, I’m sure. I won’t tell you what
the two of us did, you’ve proven me wrong
to say what a fey goat-god calls foreplay
with a forlorn queen in a bone corset.
The Bacchae were the female priestesses of the Greek god Dionysus. It is from that word we get Bacchanalia, or holy orgy. The doldrums are an old nautical term, now applied to any period of time involving stagnation and depression.