Wings

A returning sailor told me he had a nightmare about wax wings. 

He said his lover flew to find a home inside constellations. 

She wrapped Saturn's wrings around her like a blanket. 

She used the cold atmosphere of

outer planets to cool the burning in her throat.

~

He told me that she danced with spinning comets.

She rode meteors like a reckless professional. 

She held fistfuls of toxic gases in her scarred hands,

and spread out into the warm blackness of a starry void

when she went to sleep at night.

~

I asked him why it was a nightmare.

He told me that when he tried to follow her, 

the sun melted off his wax wings. 

Author's Note

For my brother.

Reviews

[Solilokiss]

You've described it so majestically. I really enjoyed this. Well said, dear poet.

[panheadpigments]

Thanks! I really appreciate it :3