Down From A Swan Poem by L. K. Thayer

Dazed as dazed from arsenic
From your tongue that traces me
Your taut body entwined
Between my taut thighs and the hum
Of our boat that is made with down from a swan
Satiated, we maneuver it – our hands
Like talons ringed with gold bands
Under the horizons climax
The night’s bosom heaving waves
That cradle us
Caught between the moon’s crescent
And fullness, drunk and interwoven
We were cast out to sea for weeks estranged
And woke with the desert in our throats
Lips stuck together, tongues tied we longed for
Nectarines and the sound of cupid’s wings
hovering over us
Morning raises it’s sleepy head
And we lay like starfish
on the shore of infatuation