for want of icarus. by J.W. Bouwman

i eschew the heights for their beauty
birds and stars can keep their mastery
i have no urge to challenge their reign,
these tailwinds only serve one purpose for me:

to lift my deviant soul high enough
so i crash down upon your rocky shoals 
wrecking myself upon your hidden reefs
losing myself in the unrelenting surf
that is this exact moment,
that is your decadently formed body, 
that is my all-encompassing need

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