A Gift for Medusa

Cold, stone floor 

His fist in my hair

How I wished it could bite

Tear me away

Stop this. 

Bare breasts meet marbled columns 

His hands navigating 

My body, his ocean. 

Sacred subtle seduction

Simple, sweet sonnets, 

That’s all it was! Until

He drowned out my protests

Unyielding to my yells

He crashes into me

As a wave to the shore. 

Her shrine in shambles, 

Offerings scattered

Around me,

Before her

i lay bare. 

Sharp eyes find mine. 

“A beautiful thing soiled” 

She says to me, 

There is a soft anger

A muted rage

But it is not for me. 

I am not to blame.

Caressing my cheek, 

Smile lines crinkled,

Soft golden light

Filters between white columns

“They will fear you.” 

Hissing, spitting, lunging, 

Nails curved to loving talons,

Body replaced by scales

Legs replaced by tail,

Golden eyes to match her golden light.

A gift! A lovely gift!

Beware the hair!

It carries a bite.