Leda and the Swan

Is it rape?
Our instincts insist it must be
The law would probably agree
Copulation between a god
And a human is not sex
Between equals
Yet she does not look as if
The ravaging is unwelcome
What kind of woman hungers
For such tiny equipment?
And his honking, avian voice
Cannot have seduced her
Could he have gently hissed his love or
Just opened his snowy wings?
Perhaps he simply stretched
His graceful neck up to look
Into her eyes and maybe
No one had looked at her
Like that for a very long time
We can all agree, I think,
Though, that she must have
Low self esteem, indeed, to
Be enjoying herself with such
Wanton abandon, her head
Tipped back to the sun
As the wings beat against
The insides of her thighs
With each thrust