Your singing eyes pull
The arrowed lines of time
Feathered edges
Dragged memory
The bowstrung song
Of a name quivering beyond&
The shape of my lips

Each mark jars
Loose a remembrance
Jagged thought
Pierced continuance
Splitting the furrows
Of these tree ringed lives
Colliding concentric

I am struck
In your marksman gaze
Shaft nested
Heart shot
Welling with the droplets
Of our remerging
Bright as the fire sung blood
Of distant music.  

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