Straight for the heart, striking it, pushing it, tearing it from the body. A sucker punch. Unexpected, like so many glorious and tragic things. I watched you line me up, take aim and then with pinpoint love and hurt and golden focus you took the greatest part of me, all for yourself. I wouldn't allow it if it weren't for art, for the pain and the wonder of every beating second that pushes us to the post.
I contemplate the way so many stars blinking upon us celebrate the sky together and so many people can see nothing. The way a bow and an arrow combine, make love, crucify the very air, a split second of perfect trajectory and motion. All is everything, cutting us to pieces, like some exquisite musical cacophony. It never seemed lovelier. Like her, like the eyes of everything, like her. A bow, an arrow, a woman for eternity.
