Leda and the Swan
Oh love, I said I despised gold, and, honestly, I do, for I am no Danaë in her underground prison, hoping for her avenger. No, I am just hoping for you and whatever comes will come as long as you do. Oh, come again, love. and from this forsaken land of black and white, I, the unbroken, the snow-white warrior queen will cry out to the winds to all who can hear the name of he who owns me. Oh, I will give it up, love, I’ll spit on my own shield, leave all behind but the naked flesh begging you to bite from it. I’ll wrap my legs around you – oh, but no prisoner you are, Just come again, my love. I laughed at the ash heart in the sky until the arrow shot through, and it goes deep, my love – the softness and the cruelty of you pinning me down. This earth is small enough – I’ll whimper if you want me to, I’ll laugh with heathen joy – Just help me take off this skin, my love – It’s nothing but a disguise. The feathers and the cries – they’re all I ever wanted. My love, please, come down. Anca Rotar Anca Rotar is a Romanian-born writer of poetry and fiction. She was driven to writing by her love of stories and verse, as well as by an ever-increasing fascination with mysteries and the unknown. Her biggest complaint is that there are too many interesting things in the world and hardly enough time to discover them all. http://ancaspoemsandstories.wordpress.com
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