The fluttering of hearts and wings

His long neck around her own She gasps for air in short breaths Her bottem lip caught in his beak is starting to bleed and drip onto his soft and white feathered body, which lays upon her own soft body. His black webbed feet flat on her inner thighs, his tiny claws leave imprints Her thighs tremble in rhythm to the sporadic flapping of his wings . Her own tiny claws dig into his flesh, leaving wounds at the base of his wings. An act that is violent and degrading being enacted as beautiful and full of grace. But his feathers remain stained with the reminder of what he has done… *Inspired by William B. Yeats’ “Leda and the Swan”*