you will drown, you will drown
you will drown
and i only like you for the taste
of blood in my mouth
you will drown me, you will drown me
you will drown me
and she sees it, too
the way you suck me under your skin
oh, darling, you're gonna burn
i'm already burning;
i think it's time you joined me,
searing sunlight smiles sparkling, laced
with plasma, ichor,
these white teeth take a bite
and i remember you're mortal
for the copper tang on my tongue
i only like you for the taste of blood in my mouth
i only like you for the taste of blood in my mouth
i only like you for the taste of...
there is no taste to describe the feeling of falling in love
i wish i could lie to myself better,
maybe it'd make me more convincing
when you tell me you love me
and i say i don't love you at all
I was not born of god and muse.
Pictures of virtuosic health
captured in epic poetry
that I don’t want to write.
The music I make charms my world.
Trees and rocks
obey not the wind and current,
but the meter of my songs.
You too fell for tricks of snake,
though my tune called your name
long before they evaded my coil.
Forgive me, I won’t question your sleep below.
For even the rules of your warden dictate
you can’t look forward
while you’re looking back.
I could be your Orpheus.
Which is to say that even after death
you won’t get rid of me.
I could be your Orpheus,
but with the way his story goes
wouldn’t you say I’m probably
more like his lyre.
you are more than the second child
you are more than your mother's eyes
you are more than your self-prophesied
you are more than your downfalls and your doubts
wind in your wings under the sun's collapse
can you feel the scorch on your back?
the burns don't scar but leave phantom marks
from where the wax has melted.
apollo always smiled too bright,
so warm that it burned out your retinas
and washed the color from your irises.
the ocean will sooth the memories,
aloe vera for old haunts and past loves,
broken families and falling, falling,
I looked and saw a door
Behind were many wonders
But it was shut and locked
So in between my own walls I stayed
Every now and then getting curious
I’d venture close again
But when again I tried the knob
I would recall its bolt and lock
For days for years
Back and forth I would walk
Waiting naively for it to open of its own accord
Then with the sun it dawned on me
Perhaps if I were to knock I’d see
…Three loud raps
And a friendly hand opened its wonders to me
God waits by the door for you to knock
versailles has been waiting for your return
this time you will be reborn
out of bitter tears and infant screams
you have been baptised
and now the light of apollo will be in your eyes
the squinting girl will return
but now you are a lion-heart boy
and the twelve years that have passed for them
is twelve hundred for you!
versailles has been waiting
and you will go back
hands raised to the sky as he runs,
young and wild, curious, carefree;
sunlight bleeds through his fingers
he wants to touch the sun.
you mustn't get too close, Daedalus warns him
and then Apollo smiles;
it feels like soaring,
being on the receiving end of
something so bright.
full of youth, seduction is easy
i think your mouth would taste like summer
slave to a burning star
forgive me, father
when he flies,
the taste of freedom
is sweet and heavy on his tongue
but you're not really free
sunbeams envelope him
his skin is golden; Apollo's touch is fire
he's never felt so warm
i could destroy you
he's always been reckless
throws himself into the flames with abandon
it burns; it's violent; it consumes him
this isn't love
defiant, he smiles even as he screams
it's love to me
Apollo watches as he plummets
falling, falling, collapsing, wings singed and broken
gods shouldn't feel this helpless
it was love to me too
the slap of skin,
the crunch of bones breaking in the waves.
nothing could convince him to keep looking
as Daedalus screams
and holds his fallen son
gods bleed ichor,
gold like Apollo's light;
Apollo has eyes like a clear blue sea,
that's what Icarus once told him;
now Icarus paints the ocean,
bleeds scarlet into Poseidon's waters
and the sun god watches.
how fitting that you'd taint the ocean like you tainted me
Apollo's eyes are red from crying
was it worth it?
in the afterlife, he wears scars
where he used to wear wings
i'd fall a thousand times over just to kiss your lips
immortal now, his soul is sun-stroked
they'll write odes to you,
the boy who flew too close to the sun
even in death, his spirit is bright with innocent joy
it sounds like Cupid's lyre
let them, he beams. at least i flew.
The dreams I dream lay far away
I dream of them not night but day
They all would say
It’s child’s play
She’ll let it go someday
They would say it was not wise
Whilst avoiding my cerulean eyes
Lo, the stage it gave me butterflies
So from their naysaying I would abscise
Still their words I could not forget
So deep down I buried it
My being and self they split
I walked around a counterfeit
My misfit turned to hypocrite
I knew then I needed to recommit
This spirit will prevail
On a red carpet I will sail
All hindrances will be scaled
I will not fail
This is more than a fairytail
My dream and I, we are dovetail
the daughter of Apollo
whistles back at birds
reminding them to stay close,
she knows that Icarus
was a dense
bloke so it goes, they circle
in the overexposed
sky and come back just
shy of the shine, and the cicadas
always know when it's time.
then she says, "come along,"
and they all know to go,
following the whistle
of the daughter of Apollo.
sing to me the harmonies
of your resounding truth
teach me how to live with the light
of your heliocentric life
mend my messy human heart with
your strong yet gentle hands
show me how to fight like a god
with your bow of silver
strum me the way you play your golden lyre
on starlit evenings by the sea
let me kneel before you and worship you
in the ruins of your temple
and every morning
when your trot along the clouds on your chariot
to bring the sun across the sky
look down and find me,
and know that i will be waiting.
I should never feel lost
I am never alone
There’s this shadow always with me
Into my ear he whispers
The way for me to go
I cannot see or touch him
But I feel his presence all the same
He sooths me when I’m crying
And places dreams inside my heart
And when I start to doubt my feet
His hand is there in mine
Always gently leading
…me further down my path