The sun continues to rise but it lacks the life it used to possess
“Your name is Icarus and you will do anything you can to reach him
You fly high
Your waxen wings feeling as sturdy as steel as you soar into the clouds
Reaching for the sun
Your name is Apollo and you reach down
Trying to catch the boy flying towards you
His skin is dark and his hair a mess of curls and you hope
You hope that this angel’s wings will hold
Your name is Icarus and you will be damned if your father does not approve
His wings have long since failed him and his life has no say in yours
You stare straight into the sun knowing that even if it blinds you it will be the most beautiful thing
You will ever see
Your name is Apollo and you are the sun that shines and the bird that sings and you will not
See this boy fall
Your only desire is to hold him
Your only want is to touch him
Your only prayer is to feel him
Him
Him
Him
Your name is Icarus and you tried to reach for god
You try to meet him even when you know you could burn
You know you could fall
All you want is to hold his hand in your palm
His lips against yours
His breath on your neck
His
His
His
Your name is Apollo and you have fallen for Icarus
Your name is Icarus and you have flown too close to the sun
Your name is Apollo and you will catch him
Your name is Icarus and you cannot be caught
Your name is Apollo and godhood is not worth this
Your names are Icarus and Apollo and you are a boy and the sun
Your names are Icarus and Apollo and the ocean boils around you
Your names are Icarus and Apollo and you finally are able to hold, to touch, to feel
Your names are Icarus and Apollo and you have no need to be the world’s sons as long as you have each other
Your name is Icarus and you have grasped the sun
Your name is Apollo and you have caught him”