"Leda's Dream" by Meryl Natchez
Leda’s Dream
All self-consciousness drops from her
the way the seams of a dress unravel at the shoulders.
How could she have known
the swan would be a perfect lover?
The long neck
snakes to its black beak.
The many small sharp teeth,
the heavy webs of the toes
do not scare her,
though violence is part of it.
And the feathers,
the possibilities of feathers
she couldn’t have guessed.
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