Divine Abduction

Soaring away from its mountain lair, the eagle

circles broadly, until, gazing down,

a kind of magnetism pulls it toward

a temptation stretched out on the ground,

a naked youth sunning himself beside

the clear, cool brook from which he just emerged

after a refreshing dip.  He lies

reclining, propped on one flexed arm, still beardless,

body smooth, golden, hairless, sun

and trees dappling his teenage form, blond locks

long and thick, still damp, pulled back

from his perfectly sculptured face, eyes like–

no, a simile won’t do them justice–

blue sapphires they are, and deeper than

the stream in which he bathed, lips full and red.

Mid-afternoon at the height of summer,

he sips sweet wine and dozes in the warmth,

awakes feeling horny, a bit aroused,

unknowingly most beautiful of mortals,

one even the godly Zeus cannot resist,

and so the eagle spirals earthward, lands,

and the king of gods takes human form,

dark curly hair and beard, shirtless chest

broad and strong, his cock already hard.

He takes Ganymede by surprise,

flips him over, enters from behind,

rapes the youth and infuses him

with the spirit of divinity.

Afterward, they finish off the wine,

share a smoke, and then the mighty god

resumes the form of the noble bird,

snatches up the delicate Trojan boy,

now the legendary catamite,

with his eagle talons and whisks him away

to Olympus, where the boy,

nude and lovely, serves the gods golden

wine from a golden chalice, and in return

himself becomes a vessel often filled.

Whether he finds joy in his role,

who knows, happiness not being a virtue

of particular importance among the Greeks.


Copyright 2014

T. Allen Culpepper