Leda and the Swan

Olympia’s false swan is intent.
His lascivious

Frame bears a blaze of anticipation.
His fall from heavenly heights

Takes him earthbound to Leda’s side.
She stiffens

As the night air bleeds
Beneath his feathery beating.

Her nakedness seems to sigh
With a shiver of exhaustion.

He enfolds, then absorbs her
In the privacy of his avian alcove,

And she, resisting no longer, submits
To fulfil the illusion of a mythical decree.