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.