Remember Icarus

My Son listen
Very carefully to my spoken
Words of wisdom

Never fly too
Close to the sun of a woman’s love
For her love is

Fickle based on
Feelings that change depending
Which direction

The breeze is
Blowing hot as hell today cold
As ice tomorrow

Within her secret
Garden she may let you play
Linger in her bed

Yet by sunset
After you are gone and
Out of sight

While your heart
Burns with the memory of her
Love all so sweet

The fingers of
Another will be exploring her
Secret places

Roaming through
Her luscious valley’s – climbing upon
Her mountains

His name her lips
Will be calling when he plants the
Flags of his kisses

Where they don’t
Belong between the sheets of
Your very own bed

6 thoughts on “Remember Icarus

  1. No. We saw the conversation and thought you were a good man. We thought you should know that people are not always what they tell you they are.


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