For my Pan

Because you give to me
threads that weave a happy dream-
a candy colored kaleidoscope,
 a carnival of enchanted children;
from my grave of solitude,
I remember laughter,
and drift from the entrapment of Time.

Leaving an island of zombies,
I shed these chains of humankind,
where the sea air fills my senses.
Sun-gilt feathers are sails in my back,
as I am the ship,
I am the bird
taking my freedom to the expansive air.

You do not try
confining my spirit to the “correct box”,
yet love me
even as my shape changes
from cat to ox to owl;
and watch with tender patience,
as I discover the colors of my separate life.

Your love ignites me, Dear!


by H-j circa 1970's

(Pan; A deity in Greek mythology, 1/2 man & 1/2 goat, who played a reed pipe. 
He was  God of fertility who chased nymphs through the forests and mountains,
representing unbridled male sexuality.)

Virginity

Each evening,
as the blues
fall like rain,
a poisonous snake appears,
curving ‘round about my hand.

Then,
I glance upon your face.

Sweet kisses heal grief.

My lover’s whisper
encases me in silk,
his childlike serenity
brings me to the threshold of virginity,
again.


by H-j 2/25/06