Our cords crossed. The snip of a wire.
          The barbed teeth bared rust. A grin.
          I was pulled by a force beyond me.

          We acted out our tragedies. We pulled
          from different myths. Understandings.
          The cadence of my tongue was an instruction

          from redbuds pink. Icarus was a fool.
          Icarus believed in his father. In the
          strength of his will, the wings he carved—

          automation of grief and fear. Blue water,
          ribbon of gold. Of light. Intertwined against
          our palms. I took him by the hand. Wrenched

          from midnight. Orange lilies for every kiss.
          A field of them. He put a snake in my palm
          and fell into the ocean. We were once so alive.