| Remember Icarus
Young, pretty,
two guys in tow
she walks down the sea-wall
where kissing touching even coming
close forbidden. Young, pretty,
she walks into
cavernous sun.
Dark red that singed Icarus's wings. Write her.
Carve every word on your veins.
Splintered mirror embrace. The sluiced scent of blood
fresh on the hands.
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