Sunday, October 16, 2016

John Sweet writes

winter ‘93

honey says the
angels have drowned

says poison is a
purer form of god

laughs at me on sunfilled
afternoons with
sharpened teeth and open sores

says no dreams

says no hands

wants me to love her the way her father did

wants the weight of christ
to pin her to the floor

says these things, but won’t
tell me what they mean
 Image result for icarus drowning painting angel

1 comment:

  1. Never regret thy fall,
    O Icarus of the fearless flight
    For the greatest tragedy of them all
    Is never to feel the burning light.

    --Oscar Wilde.


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