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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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

13 thoughts on “Icarus and the locksmith

    1. I find Greek mythology to be endlessly fascinating! Dark, passionate, meaningful. Unforgettable characters and lessons. Tragedies. I reference it often in poetry, as it’s an ever present source of inspiration to me. The fables of Icarus, Midas, Psyche, Artemis, Athena. Hades! The Furies! The list goes on and on. So needless to say I’m extremely complimented by your comment. Thank you 🙏🏼


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