Satyr Forest

Satyr Forest ~ Sylva Nympharum ~ A lush forest, overfull with foliage, oxygen, history, dank with humus moisture, primordial And a wild, musical imp-scholar running around it! Whipping his favorite wood nymph on the Oakwoods On white of the Oak and over hickory hills On hackweed’s thriving weed With slenderest Sassafras twig Rubbing his feral thighs against the sappy Cistus Ladanifer, One with verdant nature. The Clearwood Infinity refracted through dewdrops Prisma on Petitgrain leaves, the sinuous branches ~ Cool vapor, humid moonlight, languid woodland air ~ Moonlight on breath-leaf, luminous viridian of thriving Hackweed Dancing hooves rutting, exposing Angelica, Rhizomatic, pungent, bitter Fervid soil domain of expressive Angelica Archangelica Root-gown of vegetal musk Aura sueded velvet ~ Molto Allegro ~ Flowergrass whisper in the Orphilia Fields Musk to musk to mosses oneiric Moss to lichen and under absolute Treemossed wood As writhes ecstatic over crushed herbs The humid forest vapor, cool breathing air, Suspended sylvan ozone frieze And vaporously, tall trees silent exhaling, Where Sweet Cassie comes out full, voluptuous, Fuzz-cloak of pollen, Sustained by the viscous, ancient balsam of Fir. And engorged on the Champaca, viscid flesh of calyx Golden blood warmth Blood Orange stain in ambretone copper Absinthia in aldeydic silver, As Estragon to Artemisia A single Satyr, of the orderless Sylva Nympharum Living circulation of the forest, fur-breath of wet woods Pipe rested in leaves of Violet Falls into a nuzzly sleep, to dream In ringed Rosewood grove, Bois de Rose and Osmanthus flowers the dreamer’s music