Sly son of Pan, around your forehead
Crowned with flowerettes and bay
Leaves, little precious stones, the eyes
Remove. Dig themselves the cheeks, stained
With clumps of soot. Your fangs flicker. Chest
Looks like a zither, blond arms circulate a shake.
The heart beats in the breast where the double sex
Sleeps. Promenade at night, rolling your thigh,
And then the right, and lift your left leg.
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