To Paneros on the third of the month
Four loves I have heard named, four modes of loving;
some are called purer or better than others, loves
with more of soul and less of body. Child of Panpsyche
and Panhyle, great Paneros, in your embrace I know
that is a lie: All love is your love, all love is eros,
and in that love, erotic love, may I ever dwell.