La Défloration

Cy Twombly, Leda and the Swan, 1962.

Let's pretend you're Zeus
and I'll be Leda for the day.
We can meet by the lake,
that smells like dirt and algae.
You will run from eagles and
I will solely eat my dessert.
Never mind my obvious choice:
a shortcake.
But I know you are an extrovert,
so you can pinch every crumb that falls on your plate.
Your neck will nimbly twist,
because it cannot be missed
for me to be left unkissed.

Then six weeks later,
I will lay some eggs.
Clutch size - they will be all mine
and in disguise.
Ugly ducklings at first,
but later we can call them half human, half divine.