IO PAN!

Out of the ocean of recollection

a memory reemerged...

Standing in a flaming circle,

fire illuminating joyous faces,

stars streaming out of their eyes.

Shivers of pleasure

flooding the shimmering skin,

earth caressing our feet.

Dance of the naked bodies

under the night sky

cloaked in moonlight only.

Wind as the background sound

carrying the scent of burning thyme

through the scenery of the forest.

Celebration of holy profanity

festivity of profane holiness.

In the name of Pan!

In the name of the Holy whore!