Friday, February 3, 2012

Venom and Arrows

The archer taught me how to love

honest arrow
direct and straightforward

it does not shoot aimlessly

it has a target

serious, much like the art of war
the battles here are not fought in bloodshed
but made in love spread
that paints our entire entangled bodies
the color of children breathing meadowed mazes of
Port land islands surrounded by giant oaks
where my hunter got lost chasing lust through the Grantwood forests

my arrow pointed true but
no one told me its tip was venomed

too much is poison

as I have seen
and killed
a many

too much
too fast 

but I never speak of those days,
I promised to never hunt again
because I love like the arrow steeped in
a lethal toxin

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