Icarus.
            a sigh

Hello, Icarus.
            a greeting

Come closer, love.
            hot, dry, whispered words

Come closer.
            a murmur of air against his cheek, 
            fiery lips against his tousled hair

You are so young, so strong...
            the caress of fevered hands
            on his oiled and gleaming body

so proud a mortal.
            his smile of joyous triumph

You delight in me, Icarus...
            his smile again

and I need you.
            hungry eyes devour his golden skin

Come, love... embrace me.
            tenuous wings strain upward

Touch me.
            breath, blood, and spirit torn from him

Touch me.
            broken, ravaged wings go tumbling

I need you, Icarus.
            a golden mote, endlessly falling

Icarus?
            falling

Do you love me, still?
            to the silent, silent sea