Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Icarus




Icarus


1.
They melt in the sun,
the wings that I stick on my memories.
Some fly to me.
Others migrate forever.

2.
Once the Penelope
myth is broken,
I’ll unleash the moon
and set sail
to build a new country,
without marriages,
without respite,
where loneliness
does not hurt.

I'll exchanged the dilly-dally
for a sea search.

3.
Behind the wall
the void
as within me there is silence
and between you and me
skin
that limit
that sea

4.
Head of woman
and sex of fish.
The heart beats
in an old tin can.
Shipwrecks leave
from eyes
that always die
because of the mouth.

But earth is your thing.
You’ve always resisted swimming.

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