ICARUS

My dear, little and fragile Icarus,

There is liquid amber in her eyes,

And a fire that will burn you until you are purified.

Hurricanes are born and die at her fingertips

And there is a hunger in her words.

I wish she would look at me the way she looks at the constellations that form in her pupils,

like precious jewels

like things she wants to touch and love

I'm in love with Icarus, and I'm afraid she wants to kiss the sun.

But the thought of her lips burning on mine is tempting.

Oh Lord, please let me love her.

Oh Lord, please let me save her.

She asked, “Would you jump with me off the bridges of the big city?”

Without knowing, I would follow that smile to the depths of her hells.

She is one of the great minds of her time,

And as such she will die, the great prophets cried.

Oh lord, please let me love her

Oh lord, please let me save

Break your wooden wings.

My dear, little and fragile Icarus,

Don’t you see I could make you a paradise

In your small and aging town?

Doesn’t a kiss of mine feel like the freedom

You crave so much?

My little and fragile Icarus,

You’re burning your hands again, never learning.

Why do the flames dance in your eyes?

You burn your fingertips, over and over again.