i write
she sits by the fire
stretched on a rug
smiling
i try to write
how distracting
how beguiling

the bees in their hives
lazily buzz
outside the cottage door
my pen drips honey
sticky, sunny, runny
not a word reaches the page

i stare at the page
keep glancing at her
remembering moonlight
starlight
firelight
last night
and honey
always more honey

Pan is out there
in the garden again
spreading his scent
in the air
the sweet floral notes
that play
with his deep musky darkness
wafts through the window

the silver bells
on her ankles jingle
as she uncrosses her legs
she is dreaming

i watch every movement
her toes to her thighs
they invite me
delight me
excite me
unwrite me