Icarus

I fly for the sun
only to burn

and

when I awake
I return a prodigal.

The most rare second chance is given in the form of a kiss,
and I must promise to behave

but

I am offered the choice
to fly for the sun again.

    And I scream my reply,

    a flagrant



   "fuck yes".


I love the way I burn
so bright, horrible, and hot,
only to plunge into the ocean.
A grave of shifting gray,
                                       
                                         cold,

                                     
                                                 and all alone.