Arquivos revisited...

Um dia ele virá até mim.

Pagan Man

Eyes like stars
Firing like a wolf’s
His skin smells like oak trees
And his lips taste like moon

He knows the ways of the forest
He knows the secrets of night
He’s child of the triple goddess
Would he be god to mine?

Will you cross my way
Make love with me
On the beltane’s fires
Pagan child, pagan man
Be the horned god to me

Dark long hair curls
Silver star shining
Over his beautiful body
He bears her blessing mark

He knows the dagger and the circle
He hears the song of ancient times
He feels the moon in his veins
Would he be the god in my arms?

Come and cross my way
Make love with me
On the beltane’s fires
Pagan child, pagan man
Be the horned god to me

***Er... sim, fui eu que escrevi. Em 2002. É um dos meus poemas preferidos.***