down beneath the waves
no longer a wax-winged prodigy
just another blue-eyed blue-lipped boy
lost with all eternity to whisper:
love isn’t real until it blisters your skin
isn’t lost until your face has been forced beneath the surface
boy of seaweed hair,
give us a happy ending
the sun promises to requite your love if you return
icarus, i will find your bones and burn them.
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