Guest guest Posted July 22, 2002 Report Share Posted July 22, 2002 Pan Pipes A green velvet summer and the blooms of this worlds heart are heavy and indolent. Lush hedgerows languid after the riot of spring. Deep emerald fields drowsy with soft desire. The perfume of verdant languor drugs our bodies into sensual repose. It is a time for sun hats and watching the long legs of beautiful girls. Drinking in tequila sunsets in the evening pools of shade. There is a sweet delicacy in being a mature tree standing tall in the garden of so much languid youth. I feel the firm tissue of this grass resting under my soul like the nymphs of many seasons calling me to take my ease in their love dreams, beckoning me back to a fresh meadow of my own everlasting prime. Where we lay laughing at the sky blue melting’s of this life, in wonder that all this nature has been laid out for our pleasures growth. No, I have no fear of the coming autumn. Let it winnow and fall as it may. Today I am Pan, and I play a sultry tune for all the sweethearts who lay together in the quiescent rapture of this summertime. I press close to the earth and drink and the aroma sends my head reeling into the green heart of eternity. love eric _____________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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