After Happily Ever After Wendy Taylor Carlisle

I Swan

Everyone makes much of it, but truth to tell
The honor could have had more physical appeal.
Trumpeters have limited romantic skills
and lack imagination, not to mention lips.
During the act, I must admit,
I entertained some questions of a theologic
nature. The poets say he overwhelmed me
on that bankóthe sudden blow, the storm of wings.

Why do they reckon I gave in? Inquisitive? You bet.
And let me say that even mediocre sex
canít take the edge off having done it with a God.
As for the kids, around the neighborhood
my alibi is this: they came from eggs.
Donít blame me if they didnít turn out good.


October 2003 2River