Our only God

Icarus wings have been sown to fly near your sun.
The easterly winds have me billowing near your rivers flowing wild upstream.
Like my hair in the wind when it curls free and unafraid.
Days are longer because we are together.
Dreams of summer solstice in my skin.
I dreamed us.
My amazon’s battle is over.
My mutilated breasts from past scars have found the salve in your arms.
Your sun doesn’t melt my wings,
It simply warms the cold flights of winter.
I will chant as if invoking pagan deities.
We will build ourselves Olympic temples.
Our only god will be the sun.