Icar us

                  I

am here

under

your bla

zing sun.

Your heat

still burns

my skin

and I

imag

ine your

finger

tips find

ing paths

along

my arms,

swooping

over

my cheeks,

my eyes,

each blink

a ti

ny e

clipse.

                My

waxed wings,

melting,

lose their

dizzy

grip on

the air

and I

fall as

easi

ly as

a vow

el pour

ing from

open

lips, back

to the

tides and

hard waves.

I be

come salt

water.

 

You shine.

 

I will

rise a

gain to

you as

cool mist

in the

bright, fresh

morning.