dancing madly with a cloven footed partner
look into his eyes though
play with his hair though
see that glimpse of a smile though
remember the curves of the hand....
see how warm he is though?
forget the satyr's dagger
your wood lust is all there is
till hell finds us
and he slinks off to dance with another lover
one who is practiced
or whose deception is honoured
or at least...
one who had the good sense to wear shoes
Tracy j H