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.
The Dreaming Path 