PRIMAL POETRY | MAENADS | APOLLO
Pan

God Pan himself stands on my balcony he is horny again so I gave him a condom to play with he punctured it on the spot
One of his Maenads arrived and kissed it with her bloody and hot crayon lips God Pan felt nice but his mind tempest would not subside
The Maenad was hungry for his Love seed but Pan had his mind elsewhere he could not get himself in the game
The Maenad vanished in a puff of smoke was she in his head or real? Pan was too dizzy to tell
Pan used to switch to the God Apollo he closed his heart and thighs to Love and sighs because he was always linked to the lost Love of a previous Maenad
Now, however, he balances harmoniously between body and mind he flew among the Stars while Stellar projecting but felt cold and lonely up there on his own some Blue Stars started turning into black holes..
He returned to Gaia, stood on solid ground but never forgot his inter-stellar and inter-galactic flights (he liked Andromeda’s core in particular) he just realized they were not meant to be traveled solo
