If I see the sun rise
when you smile,
I must be Icarus
whose enamored heart
has taken flight
on a kamikaze course.
Untouchable,
You would seem
to someone like me.
Like a rare artifact
in a prestigious museum
whose beauty belongs
on the other side
of the world
and not to me.
You were sculpted
by the angels and sent
to remind us---
that we aren’t worthy.
And though you lift me to the sky,
and though you never say it,
I get the angels’ message.
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