E). Swan Song

Swan Song

Out of thin air he struck;
like feathered lightning
into her, and she
screaming into him,
ensnared in that second,
slowly spread her wide wild wings
to fly once more.

She sees pictures in his mind made flesh;
his sighs don't sing
of love in songs and stories
of long ago.

His mouth is a void,
then a whirlpool where
she drowns and dies
and rises once more to see

that he has limbs again, but she
is winged and twisted
in images of lust
refracted through the shining shards
of love in songs and stories
of long ago.

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c. Copyright by Anjali Paul.