Icarus dreamed to fly
on feathers and wax,
the brave fool.
And braver still, his
pagan voodoo and
amber prison;
Fingertips spread wide
as the flames burned.
I’ve dreamed of the quiet
before the fall. Of icy depths
and emerald fire.
Fingertips spread wide
as the waves drown.
Temptation, I know you.
The sea has swallowed my
wings and I am the straw
that lashed the beast’s back -
a whore, a sin,
a
woman.
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