poems by yours truly

Icarus x Apollo

He looked like a god.

His warmth surrounded me, as he hummed a tune, strumming his lyre

His hair shone as if weaved with strands of gold, his eyes glittering like stars

He kissed me that night, and cradled me to sleep, planting a kiss upon my forehead, his flowery breath lulling me deeper into him

He was my sun, and I was his nightly dream.

I ran my fingers over his tanned muscles at night, and helped my father during the day. I didn't need sleep if I was with him, my Sun.

One night after I had lain a gentle kiss upon his lips, I fingered the leafy circlet upon his brow, but he frowned and left me, for a week.

When he came back he carried flowers, a bouquet of hyacinths.

I kissed him then, and wrapped my arms around him in a worry

The circlet had been a gift from an ex, he had explained, one who had died.

I buried my face in his muscular chest as he ran his hand through my hair, soothing me.

But there was nothing he could say to soothe me, for I was trapped, I could not love him freely.

Until there was a way I could.

I jumped that day, and felt like I was soaring to my love, My Sun.

His scream echoed in my ears as I fell towards the ocean below, heat searing my skin.

"ICARUS," He cried. "WHY?"

A death. For Love. But we wouldn't see eachother again in the Underworld. He would stay in the sky, only missing his past lovers.

My father built a temple for us and hung his lifeline, one that I had failed to use, there. 

And so it was, that I would haunt the Underworld for all eternity, missing my lover, My Sun, Apollo.