Liber et Libera: A Dialogue
You are my brother.
You are my sister.
You are my husband.
You are my wife.
Your sister, your bride.
My maiden, my tragedy.
You went down into the underworld.
I raised you to the stars.
I thought I had lost you.
I thought I would never find you.
I am parthenos and hetaira.
I am the lover of women and of men.
You have ivy in your hair.
You have wine in your lap.
I have never loved anyone else.
I have only ever loved you.
Every one you have touched has been me.
No one touched you until I came.
Every one that I wanted was you.
You are every soul that I have desired.
We will make the flowers bloom.
We will make the seeds sprout.
We will make the cocks rise.
We will make the grain grow high.
We will pour out wine for everybody.
All the revellers will pour out wine for us.
I give you my heart and soul.
I give you my joy and madness.
I am your sister, your wife, the starry-crowned goddess of the heavens.
I am your brother, your husband, the ivy-crowned bull of the earth.
I am Ariadne, Persephone, Libera.
I am Dionysus, Asterios, Liber.