delightful impulse—
naturally,
...the dawning rose awakened
dewed to the touch
when their movements
were deliberate (hang on to)
grabbing and heaving
obvious beating hard
each occupying all,
his giant wings opened
cloak-like over
Leda and the swan nibbled
with earnest intent
each peck on point
exploded inexplicably
drawing exaltations:
bizarre wearing of
bestial expanse, limitless
reciprocation
conceiving at once
a most delightful impulse
in her, his god-love
and she liked knowing
that I enjoyed watching
them from afar:
love’s gaze beneath the
moon’s peer above,
casting its briefest
light o’er anguished lands
so does her glance
hold life and death in
the slightest of smiles,
flowering poses,
thorn stemmed; and the
contour of her lips
shaped delicious venom that
weighed our sweet demise
©2011 j.a.o.a.
