The Swan

She was wearing the red silk dress, which had three tiers

and a train that trailed behind her as she walked.

Kneeling down on the rocks at the banks of the lake she took her place carefully

as her red dress settled around her like blood.

In her red hair was pinned a red flower and her pale bare shoulders

shimmered in the sunlight.

She knelt over the edge of the lake

and gazed across the soft surface.

A swan swam past.

The beak was the same colour as her dress and the swan,

it could smell her desire.

The lady in red, she wanted to eat the swan.

Perhaps she wanted to fuck it also.

But only once she had gouged out its eyes. Plucking it from the lake

she would kiss the swan tentatively and it would kiss her back.

Stabbing its beak into her eyes that her eyeball

would shatter and splinter into millions of planets

and form an entire galaxy.

She could imagine wrapping its long neck

around her body and wearing it extravagantly.

Draped over her red dress in swan skin.

Together they would ride on top of the lake and orgasm silmutaneously.

She leaned her face down a little closer. By now,

her face was a few short centimetres away from the water.

Evidently she saw her own reflection.

The soft ripples in the water did not deter her beauty.

The pair of almond eyes, her alabaster skin

stared back at her.

Pulling the eyes away from her own reflection

momentarily she gazed up at the swan.

She reached her arm out

The swan swam closer

and then moved away