Daedulus and Icarus, imprisoned

Had I known the violence resting between his robes
I would have clicked my heels and ran.
Had I known he was blind to the tips of my fingers
I would have asked him to pinch my cheeks
To restore colour to this desolate dream

We awake washed in a blame cultured by my memory
Wrapped in dirty wools willing to keep a kings hands clean!
And here we end
An atlas mapped with crossing paths
Cutting like glass into my veins

I think some days I am an excuse for a human being
Scrambling to find equal footing with men who will never understand what it is to make, to create
Never exhaling the lower case letters that have made home in my chest.

There is a science to belief,
Icarus…
I will open the quieted hollows of my lungs
To carry you
I will unbutton the seam of horizon from this window
To flow into flight
Waved by mortals
Embraced by Gods
Tonight, Icarus,
We will be Gods.
Floating above the mountain peaks of darkness,
drenching our days with the impossible


Ariadne: prayer for Theseus
I told him to love me harder.
Swallow the words that came out too loud, tangling around my ankles like tree roots.
planted between the then and now.
Then, I could taste loneliness
Entwining myself in this string, afraid that fear would one day lodge itself in my throat.
Then, I let Thursday slip to Friday, and I just couldn't forgive myself for being human.
I remember when
His love suddenly
Clanked against my bones like ice on liquor.
It was the moment I first lost the smell of my mothers hairs
A distant memory crashing on the shores of some soft eastern beach.
I wait for my lover to be carried home on the naked spines of each star,
My tongue bleeding with forgotten reasons as to why
I could time my tears like clockwork.
Then, I found I couldn't sleep
Without the protection of moonlight across my back.
The darkness swelled like ripened fruit.
I found myself
Fighting for future memories of love,
Because I am imperfect, but I will stand perfectly before you.