Icarus's blog: "Hurts to watch."

Ever want something
completely outside your means.
Like a pet tiger?

Someone to worship
in close confined metaphors
lips taste like cherries.

Skin tickles like ice.
Fingers dance like isotopes
colliding in tubes.

I'll gladly take you
to where the pillars once fell
if you have the time.

Pretend for a while
like this isn't the high point-
that its all downhill.

Then I'll promise more
rainy dawns to lazy noons
and we'll be happy.

We can stay this way.
As long as I can hold you
with wet ink, and lust.