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harry-isgay · 4 months
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Petals grace my fingertips
Colorful blobs that stretch
In odd elongated shapes
Honeysuckle grow well
In my garden
I pray you know what I mean
When I speak in tongues and rhythms
You lay your roses upon the Earth
Ask me to help plant them
I promise you
That I will not prick you with thorns
Taking a liking to the deep red flower
We've both been jabbed
Bandages line our fingers, yet we laugh
I would bare my neck to you
Show you all that is my own
All that is vulnerable
All that is worrisome
All that is frail
And I would let you feel them
Gentle as a tap to a dittany
Or rough as a grab to a tree
I would let you—
Without fear—
Wrap your hand around and squeeze
Wrap your hand around and caress
Whether you bare your teeth
And leave claw marks
Or tender touches and kisses in place
My touch is yours to have
To cherish and splatter
For I will melt for you
Whether you are a new kindness
Or an old violence I've seen before
You and your branches
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harry-isgay · 4 months
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I never understood the obsession
With the story of Icarus
A child with a dream
A taste of freedom was not enough
But his fantasy came crashing to the sea
A man
Successful at first,
But after attempting, and trying
It wasn't the best idea in the first place
I mourn Icarus
Or, maybe Icari
Plural
For the dreamers and believers
For all of my playground friends
Who had sworn to stay by my side
Who all had their last feats
None too old, all too young
Who dreamt too hard
Tried too soon
Then turned around
And plummeted to the sea
I mourn Icarus
No, Icari
Plural
For those who once held my hand
Who kissed me goodbye
Waved me off
When we had to go home
From our fun and play
So
For my fellow Icari
Your dream fell upon you
Too early, not yet late
Your failure
And your passing
Was not anywhere close
To small or vain
For when I follow suit
When I reach for the moon
But only touch the sun
My seawings will weep for you once again
Why I mourn Icarus
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