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.

What He Wants

He paces the floor

each step another heartbeat.

Heartbeat toward heartbreak.

Caressing walls, counting footfalls.

Her lips, touch

her essence.

He lingers, heart and hands

overwhelmed with memory.

Unable to let go,

with nothing to hold onto.

The Unknown

Who are you?; he whispers.

Walks around me,

assessing, challenging.

A deep need.

A desire, a foundation for flames.

He touches lightly

uncertain of the authenticity.

A fleeting kiss,

Who are you?

Gathers his appetite, his ardor,

reaches, pulls me into his arms.

A deep sigh.

I hear the word...”you”.

Far away and falling fast

fear claws, rigid, thick.

He resurrects me,

he's in me.

And I can't breath.

Breakable

I'm falling,

I'm falling apart in silence.

A quiet desperation.

Breakable.

A slow motion separation,

a daily shattering

of self.

Clinging, yet falling.

Broken.

Bridge of Sighs

A night venture

yes, just a short trip

this evening.

After all, what can it cost?

A mere coin?

Reach into your pocket

we leave straightaway.

The moon casts a naked shadow

on the blackest of rivers

not a ripple to disturb

the marble of it's fathomless depths.

Old as time

mortal for only a brief breath longer.

What color is your thread?

As we enter the room of Fates,

what color?

Red, a bright jewel blue perhaps,

or a shade of night dew on still water?

No matter...you have reached the near shore.

Hand your gold coin to Charron.

He awaits and he is impatient.

Take a lengthy breath and

step into the boat.

It is called the Bridge of Sighs for a reason.

This is your last.

Ashes

Through the shadows darkly, he slips
his steps silent
mind pained, chaotic.
He lost.
Not a gambit, no trifle,
her love.
In ashes, burning wild, uncontrolled
as is his heart.
He seeks the dark, beseeches the dark
moans aloud his agony,
in the dark.
He remains in the shadows.

Royal

Dowager Queen?

They know nothing, this council of fools!

This is my choice, my life.

I made it thus.

Think they can marry me off to Spain, do they?

Are they blind to theses robes of Royal Purple?

Let them dither and pronounce...

it is I alone that holds this scepter, wears the

crown of gold.

I am Queen. I watch, I listen.

I am Royal!

Video et taceo

Living on the edge

Did he ever nod his head 'yes'? Say the word out loud?
A brief moment of doubt, perhaps fear.
No quicker than a flash, a needle in his hand.
And never a second thought for another day.
Magic promised in a clear liquid,
an emptiness filled, a storm shored up.
He sips from agony, smells pain.
A prisoner of his own darkness.

He's living on the edge.

The Liar

the mistake, the God forsaken mistake.

she knew.... didn't she?

The rocky promontories of her soul

seek asylum, a piece of relief.

A sliver of blue on a dark horizon.

The mistake yet follows her

like a branded red M on her sheath.

but she let him in.....

she is now surrounded with his

emotional debris. Crowding her thoughts.

Drowning her in his ever present need, the

stench of his sorrow.

The light is bleeding out of her, a dependent

to his desires. Vulnerable and no longer her own.

She exists only to fulfill his wishes. Her mistake.

Her crown of martyrdom does not sit well upon her head.

No Honor

He understood that his was not to be an
honorable death.
With what he had done, seen and lived
through, honor was an ocean away. Lost.

No, all he wished for was a 'good death'.
He counted and compared, numbers sliding
one into the other. There is no quantifying
deeds; good or bad. Falling to the floor he searches
and comes away with empty hands.

He leaves behind 'soldiers'.
They are in good stead and no longer needed
his direction.
Goodbyes are unnecessary, he will not be far.

I Would

If I could, I would....

visit the years of my youth.

I would grieve and shed the

tears that remain dry still.

I would return to those days

when love waited at my doorstep

everyday.

I would accept it.

If I could, I would....

have cast my runes forwards,

and not look back.

Learned how to say yes,

unlearned the feeling of fear.

Allowed the arms around me

to stay there.

If I could, I would

move to the ocean

stand in the waves forever

forget what I know

know what I should

love him again.

If I could, I would

live.

NEED

They went up in flames, whoosh, just like that.

They were two crossed wires that caused an

explosion.

She had no thoughts other than thoughts about

her body and what it wanted.

He touched her here, he kissed her there

she could not get enough, did not want it

to stop.

He caressed her body, then grabbed it;

he sucked, then bit.

He was a man who had not made love in

a long time, and his unchecked desire was

touching, heartbreaking almost.

I wanted to hand myself over: yes, take me

gobble me up.

I fell, I landed hard. Welcome to reality.

Belief

She has been the door, he the key.

Now and forever more it has been

the same story. Sorrow and

ecstasy, love and loss.

Yet here he stands, against her intense curiosity

her nascent desire.

He holds her face like a child's face, a doll's

face. Small and delicate.

Unwittingly casting a spell. Breathless in the moment.

She arches for him, does he ache for her?

His kiss a drug, a rush. Too powerful to let go.

He is like holding an instrument she has never

learned to play. She understands his longing,

his fear. His mistrust. She knows all his secrets.

Body to body and worlds apart.

Never once did she allow herself to believe.

She turns and walks away to the door,

forgetting the key.

Cat Stevens - Sad Lisa Lyrics

RED

He lays her down on a soft white duvet,

a field of fresh snow.

His face taut with hunger he allows his

eyes to wander across all that is her.

It is her lips, red, full and wet.

Bending his head down he drinks in

his fill and finds himself wanting more.

The creamy column of her neck, the

swell of her breasts.

To her lips he returns.

He stays to fill his soul.

Blood Work

she is buffeted by the strong winds of

change. Scattered about as dandelion

fluff in a raging storm.

Vision blurred to time and space, she

reaches. Hands spread out to feel..

anything, something.

Shaking and dizzy. Each tremble a

tiny but shattering vibration.

All that she needs, desires, she cannot

grasp. She no longer understands these

emotions. Like everything else in her

shortened life, they are gone.

What she does know,what she feels

churning in her soul,

is the one thing remaining.

This is blood work. No more, none less.

Euripides

But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay.