Of the many different Ledas
from the terrified virgin
to the mature mother
this one goes wading
to the swan
gliding in the stream
knowing what lies
behind its eyes
leads it to the bank
and lies among the grass
and the reeds
opening her thighs
in control over his feathered form
as his wings close over her
as much as a mortal
fated to live this moment
can be over a god
caught with her
in endless transformations
29.08.2026
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