Dancing forms – wings askew
Balancing on one foot or flying?
Pipes or lutes?
Heads bowed to the music
Or to see the love drops
Floating?
The geodesic dome
Grows from the foliage
The silver hexagons over a
Glass biome – layering,
Mating
From within the prickly pines.
The love drops – like candy liquid,
Oranges and reds and yellows
All for the girls.
They’re eaten so quickly.
Only a few blue for the boys.
The boys would rather climb
The glass surface gripping tightly
To the steel pipes
Then jump hard – diving
Into the shallow pool – hoping
To gobble up a little girl
Before she tastes Love.
Pan laughs and plays his pipe
Watching the children play.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
Dancing forms – wings askew
Balancing on one foot or flying?
Pipes or lutes?
Heads bowed to the music
Or to see the love drops
Floating?
The geodesic dome
Grows from the foliage
The silver hexagons over a
Glass biome – layering,
Mating
From within the prickly pines.
The love drops – like candy liquid,
Oranges and reds and yellows
All for the girls.
They’re eaten so quickly.
Only a few blue for the boys.
The boys would rather climb
The glass surface gripping tightly
To the steel pipes
Then jump hard – diving
Into the shallow pool – hoping
To gobble up a little girl
Before she tastes Love.
Pan laughs and plays his pipe
Watching the children play.
