Leda and the Swan

Leda bends, she sways,

the agonizing pain,

the puriant pleasure.

Wings pressing her delicate thighs

opening them in a blurry of white.

Closer he enfolds,

she finds but scant will to fend.

She leans to his need, his nature.

A delicious invasion.

Zeus leaves his seed indifferently.

The queen of Sparta, alert to his flight beyond.

Twins moan in the womb,

Leda weeps aloud.

Stay

I left home.

I left home and moved on.

One small suitcase,

but enough memories

for all the tomorrows.

His shadow slinks, its next to me

corner of my eye,

filling my soul like cement.

Years are behind me,

my wings are clipped,

and I'm running now.

Just not fast enough.

He's in front of me,

nowhere to hide but inside.

Inside I go back,

I vision no escape....

this time.

My feet are bloodied,

trans versing this same circle; going nowhere.

Breathless

He plays her like an instrument he knows

intimately.

She arches for him,

He meets every curve

with his hard warmth.

Unwittingly casting a spell,

whispered secrets whorl

above their heads.

Their kiss, a potent drug

A climactic need.

Breathless.