Leda

That was how she found the swan
and fell into his soft brown eyes
as he turned to her
reaching with pinioned wing
her fingers found his breast
and curled within its feathers
he held her such white
softness his grip fierce
running his face upon hers
biting leaving marks
how easily she surrendered thus
fell -backwards on sand
and rock
felt him everywhere around her
in a canopy of white feathers
she clung to him for the last
moments
before he took flight.

-by the Corbyhawk herself