Circe

She'd lost her touch.

Now,
before she was ready for them to,
they changed.

Now,
while rooting between her legs,
they grunted.

Now --
her song beginning to ascend --
instead of hands upon her breasts
she felt two-toed feet,
pointy,
sharp.

Now --
her song not beginning to be over --
coming quick
they squealed.

-- Reid Bush