with hands stained pink by strawberries i reach for you &
with a tongue loosened by red wine i pray to you;
lazily i daze in a Hermes-haze, lying in a single sunbeam,
lyrical words trip from my lips and i don’t restrain myself
from praising you; son of Maia, son of Zeus, heart-delighting god, who could ever think of you without being seized by awe? who could speak your name without smiling?