His long neck around her own
She gasps for air in short breaths
Her bottem lip caught in his beak
is starting to bleed and drip onto his
soft and white feathered body, which lays
upon her own soft body.
His black webbed feet flat on her inner thighs,
his tiny claws leave imprints
Her thighs tremble in rhythm to the sporadic
flapping of his wings
Her own tiny claws dig into his flesh, leaving wounds
at the base of his wings.
An act that is violent and degrading being enacted
as beautiful and full of grace.
But his feathers remain stained with the reminder
of what he has done…
*Inspired by William B. Yeats’ “Leda and the Swan”*