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burnt
offering
By Caitlin James
Icarus.
a
sigh
Hello, Icarus.
a greeting
Come closer, love.
hot,
dry, whispered words
Come closer.
a murmur of air against his cheek,
fiery lips against his tousled hair
You are so young, so
strong...
the caress of fevered hands
on his
oiled and gleaming body
so proud a mortal.
his
smile of joyous triumph
You delight in me, Icarus...
his smile again
and I need you.
hungry eyes devour his golden skin
Come love... embrace me.
tenuous wings strain upward
Touch me.
breath, blood, and spirit torn from him
Touch me.
broken, ravaged wings go tumbling
I need you, Icarus.
a golden mote, endlessly falling
Icarus?
falling
Do you love me, still?
to the silent, silent sea
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