I am Icarus

you are the damning sun – blinding, needing

sweet destruction

wax on the tips of my wings-

on places I should have kept clean.

Immaculate, you are my Psyche

I am Cupid with broken arrows

and a busted bow.

I am flightless, sightless,

ushered by the west wind

to a place of citrus wood and ivory.

I am Persephone

with darkness kneeling by my side.

You are Hades -

a velvet embrace chanting whispers

of every mad thing you desire to do.

Your breath is fire upon my aching skin.

Your touch a spear digging into hip and bone.

My world becomes death 

and I welcome it all.