You are a collection
of things I’m not sure I
can believe but will spend
my life studying,

You are fiction,

But you give me wings
(not the kind of Icarus
though I must say, if I had
the option of drowning in you,
I might be just as foolish as he)

You’ve got a touch like
Midas, and the way I see
it the only explanation is
I’ve been blessed by Eros
to find you,

and though our story may
not end so tragically, like
Icarus, I am sure to fall

down,
               down

     d
         o
            w
                n

- S.G.