When you finally find it, You'll see how its faded

You'd rest that trembling chin 

between the crook in a sharp shoulder blade, 

the sweet small crevice 

where you fit oh, so perfectly. 

It was like there were no two people, 

capable of ever breath the same sky-riddled blue air,

the pale and wondrous.

slim slipping soaked to the bone feeling,

that drained down my spine every time I saw you.

...And the flames,

Would carve their way up a throat, soaked like crimson stains, 

that shined through a metallic taste. 

The flipped coin would reveal nothing but the truth

Of a reckless form of bitter superstition. 

Two birds on a wire, 

Two birds of a feather.

With hands for claws,

That slipped tiredly into one another,

nimble, pink-tipped fingers,

Soaked in gold, 

Drenched in love,

Hidden love. 

Not true love. 

You never wanted to be Icarus,

Because I was the sun.