Monday, September 9, 2013

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