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.
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