#what next? orpheus and eurydice? medusa? the minotaur? who knows. keep your head on a swivel folks

[revui]

The Sun - Poem

Your hand stretches ever closer to my heart

We soar together, leagues apart

And as your forehead beads with sweat

I become your last regret

You only climb higher, my name on your tongue

Begging a death soft and young

I say nothing, I just don't try

You're not unique to lust to die

I was your first and final choice

I was the last name in your voice

You didn't want me to change how you felt

So your skin would sear and your wings would melt

#levi writes #original poetry #finally jumping on this bandwagon. baby's first icarus poem #what next? orpheus and eurydice? medusa? the minotaur? who knows. keep your head on a swivel folks #poems about greek myths can and WILL find you