Icarus and the locksmith

My head was always in the clouds so I let him tie me down

To the bed

With wrists bound tight by kite string he spread my wings

Just as a thirsty horizon siphons the sun, he entered me

Like a key

Filled me with his gravity

Suddenly I was tumbling

Our mouths were swift to eclipse

His palms left hungry indents in my hips

Each thrust, heaven’s obstruct

Each grip, an anchor

A lever, a padlock

Right where he wanted me

Suddenly I was lost

The locksmith’s tethered feathers

He told me to succumb

To come

 Back to earth

For this was the kind of bliss

Found only on the ground

Drunk on the sound of vigorous kisses

He sighed, “Don’t resist, Icarus.

Please be mine.

Don’t you know there’s no door’s in the sky?

a. duncan, 2018

 

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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