Arrow
No warning could have prevented me
from feeling the piercing of the woman's blow
so innocent, so calm, like an unexpected paper cut
that burns until one puts time on it to heal.
Arrow, I can recall
her foreign eyes, calling me across the room
I crossed an ocean to follow them, and they spoke to me
I responded with unadulterated enthusiasm
she returned with some friendly sarcasm
my cheeks reddening before my ears.
As the hours and the daylight dissipated
I grew a temporary love for a Columbian delight
oh, what I do for love can surprise even me
Though I was so sure, yet so wrong,
the joy of enjoying her was more than I ever imagined
Days upon days gone by
with her hair brushed so trustfully against mine
Word count minimal, possibilities endless.
Without word or mention, she said goodbye
an endless river of mystique turned an enigma disappeared
I fought so hard to find her again
but no such success would prevail
the blood began to shed, and the pain
through every sensitive touch was felt
like the scorpion who stung the turtle
midway into that ocean
She fulfilled her true nature, and lived up to her name.

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