pillow talk
White as the shoulders of snowdrops,
the chest of a folding wave,
your mouth, white vapors of clouds-
What I swallowed, I wasn’t afraid of.
Like Icarus as he ascended, like a magnet pulled
by his love for the sun.
They say at every ending there is a beginning.
And so, when the wings, begin to melt,
I fall fast.
Would you tell me I failed?
Still when I return, there is a house
with an open door, there is bread
to be broken, there are people
who greet me, and know my name.
Had I confessed the way stars do
they keep lighting their lamps,
each night, boundless, repeating,
light blinking light, had I confessed
I loved you just like this?
Forgive me, as I fall, head first
towards certain death.
I write the myth again.
Father accepted me as perfect
just the way I am.
They remember me as a hero.
I was a woman, not a man.
Icarus burns her wings for no one.