What if you were born with a broken heart? What would you do with it? Try piecing it back together? Searching for someone else to complete it? Ask for a god to take it all away? My journey as a poet and philosopher is not to try and heal or repair the cracks in my heart, but to entice the cracks to give up their secrets. My name is Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa, and I invite you in to fill up on all the things gushing out from the doorway to my heart.
WARNING
WARNING: This blog is intended for mature readers only. It's contents include adult themes such as sexuality, homosexuality, rape and violence, which may be inappropriate or offensive for some viewers.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Icarus
Did you carry my kiss
With you?
A crown of light
Haloed your fine brow
Hard lines framing soft skin
To touch
I put my heart in
And watched my blood boil
Is there a way
Within you
To cool my wayward desire?
To love you
Is like touching a flower
Whose most beautiful petals
Fall to the ground
I take them up
One by one in my fingers
My lips poised
To catch you
As you shudder in release
How I long to be there
When you fall, like Roma fell
When you triumph
As presidents and kings triumph
But loss
Is the hard edge
Of your sword
Felt too swiftly
Before I garnished satisfaction
My eyes unwrapped you
Stripped you bare
In your glory
Like the midday sun
Captured in a glossy blue canvas
I tasted the air
Pretending it was your skin
Did you carry my embrace
With you?
You stand so proud
Commanding even the free birds
In the clouds
As you could command me
While your fear holds you back
Inflaming my desire
I reached too high
And fell back down
Into the mortal earth
Icarus became me
And I became a fool
Ensconced in my passions
The sun incinerated
My ambitious wings
Tempted my ego
For all the beautiful things
Far outside my grasp
Did you carry my mortality
With you?
I thought to become a god
So carried myself above
The mountains
Where the shifting sand
Could not burn me
A tender wind caressed me
Promising a deeper communion
I held fast to my vanity
A reflection in water
Enticing me to draw near
How hard the fall
Beneath the deceptive surface
Did you carry my ambition
With you?
I fell through the air
Cut to ribbons
On your airy tongue
Such things you say
To burn my feathers
Beyond repair
To bring my vanity
Crashing down
Heavens cannot hold me
The earth will not receive
My singed countenance
Without regret
I fall much further still
Back down into you
Of air
And my heart's desire
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