Kaustikós

It seemed harmless enough,
that smile
that wink
that sudden wing of flight
bird in our hearts
fluttering
until we could no longer hear
anything but breath.
I wonder sometimes if we
look like stool pidgeons.
Do we sing our guilt with
every smile, every look
that is just a little too long?
It seemed harmless enough.
But how can you land
sane, normal, unharmed
after the sky has filled you
brimming with blue
on a Tuesday afternoon
in a park alone with
profane love.
Sing sorrow
Sing sorrow
sweet nightengale
to forget the sky.
It seemed harmless sweet
darling dearest love,
Icarus.