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He came as a swan. He left as a god. I love them both.
Leda was bathing when Zeus came to her as a swan. She's been loving the bird, the god, the mystery, the eggs that hatched into her children. She's been falling in love with divinity in disguise, the sacred in the mundane.
How it opens
She's holding the swan, looking at him with love for the god within.
I stroke the feathers of the swan, my fingers tracing the curve of his neck, the softness of his down. He is both bird and god, and I love them both.
You came to me in the river, in the guise of a creature, and I welcomed you. Now, I hold you, and I wonder, do you remember the touch of my skin, the warmth of my embrace? Do you remember the love that I gave, and the love that I still hold for you, in whatever form you choose to take?
I look into his eyes, searching for the divine within, and I whisper,
Will you let me love you again, my god in disguise?