Pan & Io

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I, Pan, think that I am clever
when snuck up just behind her
Io in daydream in the bushes
I yank her dress down almost off her

She yelps then and bends over
to gather her clothing up together
when I grab her at her wrists
telling her of my changing weather

Yet she is a tempest in these bushes
writhing naked with protesting cries
but we are alone and beyond is only
sand and water and the sky

I spin and lift her over shoulder
turn and trot out along the shore
she with fists pounds at my bottom
as I her glorious full moon adore

I begin to walk into the water
fierce she demands I let her go
grunting that her full breasts slap her
at that I nibble hip and moan

Waded into testicle high water
I pull off the clothing from her ankles
her rump to heel hued alabaster
I tell her it is her love that I am after

I shift and bend to let her down
and she thinks that she is clever
when at last second pushes me right under
but turned to fish I sputter splash her

She takes hold of me by scaly tail
saying how no more I will attack her
but with a full wriggle and flip of fin
I exit grip and in between her enter

There in a panoply of folds I feather
pursing her reed pipe to pleasure
to let the sweetest music wash warm over
she then abates to carress tender

But soon she turns wades back to land
and when no more in water flapping
I change back to the Pan of goat and man
all horns and tongue now thrashing at her

She no longer mistakes me for a satyr
nor I as merely nymph think of her
as we in kisses share slipperiest of slaver
chest churning chest and limbs up under

On the sand by water under sky
this pestle pounds into this mortar
and in this quickening of mixture
we are flung far beyond all matters

As lovers we transcend the mortal coil
as god and goddess we take fixture
as stars constellating in joint hurtle
as creators we form as one original

Unleashing lust as we thrust further
until we can reach no more or farther
and we let loose with all love's colours
a whole life glimpsed from birth to murder

Ashes comingle with bodies' nectar
in aftermath of such a universe afire
the island is again only an island
and water water and sky the higher

And we as simply Pan and Io yet again
rise up and wander off together then
her back into the bushes to lie in dream
and I to lie down there beside her.

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