Kevin Sonnet Number 7

Icarus had wings made by his father, The power of which to him were unknown, Yet he spread them without too much bother, Knowing the life he risked was but his own. Lying next to you reminds me of how Our spirits may be borrowed devices, Granted in freedom, but which can allow Soaring vantage over grounding crisis. So, like the boy from his prison-escape, I unfold my gift when I am with you, And though I glide near the warmth of your shape, I don’t fear you melting me through and through. For when our souls find room to stretch and fly, Even stars must melt in a lover’s sigh.