Monday, February 21, 2011

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.

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