Spill Ever

What sweet love, thou faun, of boy, an earthly joy upon the grass, tenderly exchanging tongue...suckling, on the grapes of youth, blowing on the pipe of Pan...feeling, in the little nest...upon the eggs, along the twigs...whose gaily sprouting limbs of lust...spill ever, of the stream divine. 


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: faun, with young man, google art