Looking for Leda's Tattoos

Translucent tattoos carving 

scratching. Ink-stained 

fingers searching. 

Purple-feathered hearts 

pounding. White breasts 

quivering. Another mystic 

misplaced in the throbbing 

dawn of bloodless lust.

Capsules of greek mythology. 

Spoonfuls of philosophy. 

Lines of enlightenment. 

Abandoned tree-houses groan

with decaying imaginations. 

Forgotten shadows are cast 

in solitary backyards. 

And smudges of clouds are 

nothing but graveyards 

in the sky.