FLIGHT OF THE AMIR
In the dark beside the chalice
He lit a single candle
He knelt in reverence; the fragrance
working its way through his cloth
For his loins were covered only
His torso marked and glistening in the gloom
His heart thundered as loudly as his thoughts
He rose up and his arms guided him upward
as the drums grew closer he whirled and pushed higher
Higher than their eyes would first glimpse him
For he was still a man after all
He surrendered to the cold
Bathing in the rush of air that found his eyes,
brushed his legs and whipped his back
for he moved as if dizzy at first
Tasting and sucking in the air
desperate to hide from the drummers
Burning in his heart with delirium and hunger
gleeful in the dark that he was indeed flying
He thought to touch the earth again as he saw a familiar trail
His father going in
His other life on weekends
His other reality from here
He watched him, felt the familiar love
familiar dread, as he eased into the doorway
to a world Amir would never know
he hovered, going still, in the night as the lights came off
He had come so far on his first flight
unerringly, intoxicated that his gift worked right
wanting to share, wanting to belong
but knowing it would never be so
the sun moaned in anguish
dying for Amir to return
orange flames tested the night air
but not even love can reverse the day
Amir curled inward suddenly saddened
unseemly for such a young god
whose mother was sun and father, the moon
unabated as he turned around
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