Adonis and Icarus

You are beautiful,

As I think of Adonis as such.

I could watch your hands for hours.

Favored by Goddesses,

Poets, musicians, and weavers of tales.

You could rip my soul asunder

And I would only ask you if it pleased you.

You can tear my heart to pieces,

And I would sigh with my contentment at your satisfaction.

You could light me on fire,

And I would only worry if I kept you warm enough as I burned.

These things would be worth it.

Because gazing on you,

Feels too good to be allowed.

And touching you,

Is the sweetest sin I have ever known.

I know you can't love me.

I am only Icarus,

Knowing that my wings will melt.

That I am only wax and straw,

But you'll never be close enough for me,

So I'll be grateful for the fall.