Icarus and Apollo
His kisses stain
my skin in lilacs of pain
he cups my cheek
he calls me ecstasy
His smiles tear me
apart, how much more can he
take of my insufferable whining
I beg for more
Love they call it
When he grips my arm too tight bit
Down on my lip
Crimson staining my teeth
Fate they chant
when he won’t stop, “I can’t”
Oh God, “He won’t save you”
I’m breathless
I fall
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