Icarus. A poem.

My love is Icarus,
screaming on molten wings,
searing clouds with body heat;
an elevator ride straight down
to my beckoning crypt.

The ground is a winsome friend,
cajoling me as I approach.
The flames are streamers
as I hit the finish line:
winner? loser? both.

The wreckage of my fuselage
lies scattered over miles
of quiescent plain.
How do I fuse these pieces
back together again?
I’ll need more than wax
to achieve a greater end.

My first book of poetry, The All or the Nothing, is available now as an e-book from most online distributors. To find out more, click here.

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