The wakening

Let me be
just me
cute as a button
soft as pie
fire breathing
with lashes
longer than the plaits
that braid
down my back
bows at the ready
made from satin
laced with arrows
that pierce
not knowing
scar tissue
knots left
in my wake.

Let you be
just you
handsome as fuck
furrowed brow
clenched jaw
lined with velvet lips
eyes sunk into the night
in search of light
to view the bow
placed gently
while you sleep
in restless dreams
of broken arrows
lodged deep
how to pluck
them free
before you wake.

Let us be
just us
fractured friendship
lost words
melted hugs
into waters deep
arrows bent
and twisted
on ocean floor
amongst waves
and foam
muddied with sand
and grit
in salt-water wake.

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