A frament planned and abandoned

1.
Let Bacchus, Pan and Venus reign a while,
that careless bliss prevailing reservation
may a wilderness upon paved earth flourish;
and resign old habitats to lonely isles,
all shade and bower, inward hidden,
there to clamour and crowd with fresh spirit.
So called to revelry, the gods assemble:
big bellied Bacchus totters upon the ass
that bears him from the woods, short behind
scruffy Pan and satyr train trots and plays
melodious notes to mesmerize the flora,
and last with courtly maids and flowing hair,
supreme in heart and fire, Aphrodite
down to earth descends like a delicate tulip,
her beauty unfolding as she aproaches.

2.
Delight in thee, my spritely Queen, is ageless;
youth ever skinned in softness love gains
where'er it hides, and never soon nor late
shall thy fame or love be worn or weary.
Hold me, darling, in th'eternal stare
that binds the perfected passions of men
that are and yet shall be and ago once were.
Measuring that golden smile in annals
not mortal but divine, this scholar finds,
none but thine alive and breathing before
can captivate, though others beam and shine.

3.
Fair fleshed girl, smooth as still water, you snare
the light to burn and lure as a dragons lair,
what limber limbs you have, and graceful gait;
what wild aura cast - mystery and poem,
as the fog upon the still lake swirls.
What curls found anywhere from mortal earth
compare to your cheerfully raven hair?
What moves so lightly, or curves so slightly?
What fresh white lilies look so fine as your white buds?
What carpenter so elegant a seat has fashioned,
or potter pot has shaped, as yours?
To drink from your cup and taste what you tease,
to press these hands on that fair flesh -
To test the spell of that vision,
and tell whether dreams do wake,
with beating pulse, with warm touch, with feeling gaze...
for that my owned and stolen I would sell.

4.
Thy sister, nymph, with golden locks and looks,
with so sweet a glance and as precious figure
(though by measured chest the larger than thine own
mountains - thy modest hills, thy subtle slopes)
as your beauty; to her so many sighs,
and so many hopes spent and wasted.
Her long legs and confident, coquettish eyes
warrant the lusty steed she rides to bed,
but make bitter cruel her own bucking
as eagerly drawn courters beg to mount her.
But never from these eyes do thy and thy sister hide -
kisses kept in secret I did see,
and savoured union, fair sharing fair,
to these eyes by heaven was made aware.

5.
In the obscurity of suburbia
the raven headed, nymphian girl
and her ravenous suitors, and her
rapturous sister lived. Those two,
the priestesses of Venus, had grown
beside an artisan, whose trained eye
was drawn to soft and lovely figures,
and none were drawn so soft and lovely
as the moving graces of Melissa and Chelsea.

6.
As if attended, Melissa always was,
by flowered garlands and sweet perfumes,
so triumphant was her beauty; her breasts
were minor, but her charms tremendous.
Golden crowned Chelsea was ever chased
by her shadow, Eros; wherever light shone
and she was not hid, he ravaged, and Venus was proud.
Together they sometimes swam in the pool
belonging to their neighbor, the artist,
who all but drowned in the mirth and music
those angels brought, and who etched in his mind
their every contour and shade to sketch at night.

7.
Now once the artist on his porch was painting,
when Mel and Chel upon him came a-paging,
"Will you paint ourselves?" they asked, "please, won't you?".
Upon the bench upon the porch they sat.
He wiped his brow and changed his brush;
"Now pose, darlings, that's it, like that, and hold...".
Their pretty faces froze in warm paint,
the soft reds of lips, the darkness of curls,
the golden brilliance of locks, the pale of skin,
produced the warmest and truest painting
the artist had yet applied, with tender smiles,
and perhaps or fancied a flirtatious eye.

8.
Such lovely painting made them lovers of paint,
for flattery is a girl's greatest weakness -
her vanity her commonest source of conquest.
So flipping through the pages of the past,
the nubile nymphs were introduced to art,
where equal beauties bear themselves bare,
and nude bodies are naught to scorn, but share.
What profit hath the world for hidden treasure?
What mean spirit would mortal beauty squander?

9.
So again and again they appealed to the man,
to set them down in time undying,
and every session caught a season of love,
'till quite to his delight, they asked,
"The models in the famous arts look divine,
have we, do you think, a candle to their flame?"
"My darlings, you are nothing short of them"

10.
Thou art plum fairies, hands entwined as plowing forth,
breaking waves as splashing into cold sea,
treading foam and with upward glance
of glow divine, lifting gulls on white wings.
Golden sand, brilliant light obeying
the glory of Poseidon, how stern and somber
you lie, lest the nymphiad encrown,
and all young sublimity marry with the high.

11.
Eros rules the night, men and women bend
to his pleasing power powerless,
and Chel and Mel too are his priestesses,
just as every girl lately women, to him prays
and makes ritual, together or alone,
her bedroom the temple, her bed the altar,
His clergy the naked, His devotee's
the dreaming. Chelsea was in her final year,
Melissa not quite so, of Catholic school,
and each had each, and together to Him
made hallowed ritual and wonderful homage.
His holy edicts they obeyed, and by Him,
those girls Olympian desire made.

12.
Then study was paused, and their uniforms
with crosses staining their white were put away,
so insignia's sewn in blouses,
and measured pleated skirts - officially
not flirting - long socks, and pure white panties
elsewhile hid, no longer hung from line
to draw mighty Helios' gape, and dry,
Then, in other words, the summer came,
with natural heat by the orb's glowing flame.
Chelsea packed her bags and bade farewell,
that day the dawn her gladness recording,
and upon the beautiful earth she was rambling,
and every town crossing, with rare wink passing.

13.
But as the still present summer reigned
and the still coveted Melissa preyed unaware
upon the poor hearts of her neighborhood,
the artist perchance was treated by Selene,
night's boldest queen, to a most majestic scene -
the pretty Mel, her hair undone, he saw
from his attic sight in her bedroom closed,
her body scarcely saved from his devouring eyes
by underwear, pink and taut, and her back
that hid her breasts. She worked without modesty
or concern, quite certain none but Zeus
could pierce her privacy (but had she sense,
those eyes of His, whose reputation is bad,
would fright so beautiful and female a frame).
On her bed she sat folding clothes,
when she stood to collect her scattered socks,
and, stood bending, fed blinding bliss to our artist.
Cupid o'er him flew, and rather than shoot
he stabbed and stabbed with clutched arrow his chest,
two smoothly sculptured sides of one gorgeous rump,
and e'en from that distance, seen or else imagined,
a slight bump, wherein anouther entrance is concealed.
Hera in heaven called a host of gods
to keep abay her lusting husband. At last,
as if nothing, she turned, unbeknownst -
black was the night, black the bower of his shade,
black the raven hair, bleak the world without her,
and snow white, gentle and gradual as mounds
of white, frozen water, but not so cold,
not so nearly cold, but hot, alive with temper -
oh a blasting glimpse as this is blessing,
for such lust enlightens the appetites of men.

14.
Amid the snowy hills of summer's day
that night he dreamt he'd frolic'd. And of course
he sketched and stormed his blanks with her image,
though never far from that window strayed.