Arrow

 

Held as an arc

Curved back, you keep me

Close by your side,

Caught the string

 

Tight. My every bone

Aches to the marrow,

Aims to please.

 

You pulled so fast,

My body craving,

Straining for release

Then the bow lets fly:

 

You loose me, like an arrow.

I am your aim’s device:

Now, watch me sing.

 

 

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