A Pagan Dance

Red fire glowing in the sweet smelling night giving off captive senses and dismantled memories. Timeless pictures flickering in front of my eyes. Pagan pipes and cymbals rouse my ears. On the drunk mountain of Parnon the daughters of Achelous and Evrotas set up a wild erotic dance. Naked, scented and fired with desire they call Hermes in their company. Whatever I think whatever I yearn is under the threat of a punishment. There are too many “prohibitions” and I have a rebel in my mind.