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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