golden arrows

i feel like a 70’s mermaid

my solar plexus a stained glass 

church window smashed with a million

colors scattering

my heart made of glass and concrete

little bits of black moon dust

hands with blue veins

calloused and scarred

from living and working

melancholy music pouring like

water notes out of my body

i’m lonely like a cavern

brittle to the touch

you came like a hot heart

bringing life but out of reach

i can see what i need

but hard to grasp

a skeleton of muscle

and starry white teeth

young bones 

lips like cherries to eat

hair like golden arrows

bright in the daylight 

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