Tuesday, April 14, 2009

aPaD: Icarus' Affianced

fly with me, before the storm
tears us from the sky
before the heat of the sun
like the hammer of a jealous god
melts these waxen wings
to punish us for daring
to love so hard so high
so long
the earth is a far thing
not to be considered
when love has given us wings

but

always, I fear
gravity's inescapable rule
the inexorable fall
hearts in mouths and fingers reaching
to hold
just for one second more
and then that final tumbling crash
to arid earth or sunclawed wave
to grief and pain
and hard harsh reality

unless

we could direct our fall
use the storm winds to speed us forth
cutting before the god's rage
and alight instead
amidst cool linen sheets
and soft eiderdown clouds
a nest
made for loving
and holding safe
such odd birds as we

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