Silk

Like a streamer

Rustles the soft silk

against bristled skin,

Thrilling

Naked body

Under Crimson silk

Languid as a butterfly

lays Leda in sweet sleep

Awaiting the Swan:

Silken Skin

Seduced by soft senses

Leda jitters in solicitude,

in feathery thirst

Silent sweet Leda sleeps

involved in moths cradles

intoxicated, attracted

by the lights of many colors

shed over the veil

of her bare skin

A boiler bubbles

Innocent, the dormant cocoons

sleep

unaware of their boiling fate

Leda swaddled in silk

Dementedly perjures

The cruel saga

written in threads

Leda immersed in delights

as Zephyr furiously

invades the window

in icy blasts

Licks

Wings

Burns her

The mellow breasts

Stiffen beneath the silk

As she paints her lips

Scarlet

Leda sighs

At Zephyr's whispers

Awaiting time to rush

The caress of the silk

To finally dull

Her sensitivity of moth

For the inquest

Embrace:

The hour of the swan