Lord of the silver tongue,

Your words like honey,

Dripping and sweet.

Persuasive.

Clever as fuck.

Your doings cut like a knife,

The sharpest scalpel.

You leave gaping, open wounds,

Which you close, with whispered, soothing promises

Only after your purpose is achieved.

You tangle me up

And I ask, how will I ever get out of this now?

Then you dazzle me with the answer

And I am floored by your brilliant mind.

Bring me more of your holy chaos!

Drag me through the ruckus of riotous commotion,

Into the revelry of revelatory discord!

Dance me, naked, through the streets at midnight

Until I no longer care!

Until I slay conformity on your altar, as a sacrifice!

Lead me into the maze.

Show me how to make sense of the senseless.

Let me follow your laughter into the space

Where my own laughter is found,

Where I make a fool of my seriousness,

Walking the highwire of adventure with you.

You have overturned my life, Loki, again and again

And I have learned to trust you in the fray.