O I am right there doing that dance with the spirits and an organic bodied man. Bliss

LOVED the last sentence..
Happy day to you Poetess.
HUGGGGGGG

Anything that mentions Pan is good in my book...

"My movements slight but significant..." a gorgeous line worth ruminating on!

Beautiful

My God thisi s lovely!

r.

I love this. It's so sexy. -R-

I love aspens. You have given them whole new meaning Romantic One.

Dancing rules and so do you. lets have one sometime soon.
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Tame the forest, indeed! Beautiful piece. R

Beautiful wording
A dance as old as time
~R~

The title pulled me in and the poem kept me entranced, RP.
R♥

I've heard Aphrodite is an excellent choreographer.

Love is a con, but it's a persuasive one.
rate

The dance of ages.

Ah, if life could only live up to your poetry...but then, sometimes, it does, for a moment.

Oh, such lovely visions your lines create! Frolicking in the stillness....
r

Rom Poet:

"My body shifts as I peel away a layer of lichen
That holds me inside my own layers
A fleeting glimpse
Of the layers of you
Sensing me"

Gorgeous words; perfect photo to match.

you brought me with you on this piece...lovely...

Oh, a beautiful midwinter's morning dream.

This is so terrific, as always~

I could feel this forest cool at my skin, contrasting so by the touch of another, there savoring the moment, its wine serenely coursing just behind my eyes, below my heart ...
Ah, the Greeks had it going on just right.

So much to love about this one, don't know quite
where to start. Should start by apologizing for being tardy
getting here...no excuse for that! I am chastising myself,
nay, castigating myself for that...

There is a wonderful sense of merging with the woods,
"My body shifts as I peel away a layer of lichen
That holds me inside my own layers "...
The stillness of the untamed forest
(but how can something so wild be so still?)
up against
the natural loving movements of the couple...
or are they moving?
just barely , it seems..."slight but significant.."
the real action is internal,
throbbing and reaching romantic telepathy
("A fleeting glimpse

Of the layers of you

Sensing me

Sensing )
with the help of our ancestors,
those pagan gods & goddessess
confined now to the wilderness,
voices not crying out but
singing,
as ever...

Thank you all for your wonderful comments.
I thrive on them. You are all my muses in so many ways.

Ah, Sylvan sensuality. I can smell the trees.

I love this as I gaze outside at snow and long for warmer days.....

Stunning...

The last line is sublime. This poem is so moving, gently pulling the reader in. Nicely done.