When Dionysus visited that morning

            At your bedside, unannounced

            In his business suit, with sparkling cufflinks 

            And a monogrammed white shirt,

            Fresh from a facial and a shoeshine,

            Ready to run his manicured appendages

            Along your spine

            I chalked it up, your shivering,

            To the immaculate appeal of power

            But surely he was capable enough

            Of loosening his tie

            Without your help