Icarus

It was a sad thing to discover that

the sensation of your lit cigarette burying

its hot head in the pale crook of my arm

was the closest that I’d ever get

to falling in love touching the sun.

 


Originally published in Emerge Literary Journal (Issue 20) – https://emergeliteraryjournal.com/icarus/

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