Icarus and Apollo

Aspirations failed me

A world of black and gray and brown

Puddles of old paint splattered 

the dripping cobbled streets

Under a hunched sky

 

We are surrounded by wax machines

The zombies that searched for the sun

I was one of them

 

Until one day I woke to perfection

To turn over under a blanket of sun-kissed clouds

I held fire in my arms

And suddenly my coffee stained life was

Crystallized in caramel

Storm clouds grew and coiled themselves around us
Electric tendrils 

Entangling our fingers lips legs;

So the blind man fell in love with the sun

His body melted beneath my skin

 

Not many were gifted to love a Greek god

I was one of them

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