Pan

Venus

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Venus wears a diadem
tangled in her outspread hair.
I saw her rise above the hill
and life was not the same again.

Her hair, the night,
deep and black,
yours the dawn.
the sun on fire.

Venus rules the lovers knot.
We lay entwined beneath her spell
and lingered by her flaming fires
where passion is a sacrament.

Now Pan is here.
He came at dawn.
I scent him on the morning air
as I lay sweating in your arms.

Diamonds are dust compressed,
lust and love are all the same.
What I say I say with touch,
words of love without a sound.

Pan is dancing through our sheets
and Venus shines and smiles above.

Distraction

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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

Pan

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Pan hides in suburbia

But he stalks the midnight streets

Bringing amorous dreams

With secret smiles.

Some people say he is dead

They must have no sense of smell.

Some say he’s the devil

To tempt you into hell

But I know he is magic.

I heard his thrilling music

As it flew along the wind.

I fell under his spell.

He got in my hair and tangled it,

He made me feel free and real,

He whispered on my skin.

There is no danger in Pan.

He brings nothing but good,

Pleasure is no sin.

Pan never caused a battle

Or shattled anyones feet,

He dances with joy

In a dervish whirl more wild

Than a tornadoes spin

And brings in a summer breeze.

He sets all the leaves to dancing

And flickering with beautiful light

High up in the branches of trees.

He makes brooks babble

And babies laugh at nothing.

He shines in lovers eyes.

If more people followed Pan

The world would be more wise