Icarus: the flight to light

an ideal, imagined
from a distance
i see you
a shining light
afire, an angel
lyric hair of ashen silk
sweet lips
that smile!
dimpled, fetching
twin to mine
eyes of intellensity
behind the glass
i see you, them and me reflected
as in your words
digital then analog
a voice so deep
complex in accent
as in feeling

strangled?
tortured?



i know enough to be afraid
yet am drawn in still
how near may i approach
what fires might i ignite
in you
in me
will we be?

-Moth