knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,

Poem: Panpipes

There's a discussion thread going on on DA called Words You Hate, which I have been finding very amusing.    Someone said they hated the word pansexual, which popped the following poem into my head:

Pan, with a goatish grin,
plays his pipes,
the soft siren sounds
loosens lyrically
the ladies' lacy longings.

Moist, perhaps,
as they dance around him,
sweat drops dripping between
heaving bosoms
as they sigh into the night,
fire burns in shadow.

Who knows?  
He might just score.

(I will admit it's also influenced by old memories of a movie called the Seven Faces of Dr. Lao)

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