winter ‘93
honey
says the
angels have drowned
angels have drowned
says
poison is a
purer form of god
purer form of god
laughs
at me on sunfilled
afternoons with
sharpened teeth and open sores
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
to pin her to the floor
says
these things, but won’t
tell me what they mean
tell me what they mean
Never regret thy fall,
ReplyDeleteO Icarus of the fearless flight
For the greatest tragedy of them all
Is never to feel the burning light.
--Oscar Wilde.