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