poetry by j matthew waters

Cupid’s wrist rocket

Tension in my arm stays tight
but I’m strong for my age
a fence jumper
and tree climber
a better shooter than William Tell

I thought I knew myself
better than this
nonetheless always find myself
transgressing with every
errantly blown kiss

I may not be the original
but I possess two sharp eyes
and even sharper arrows
let loose from treetops
piercing the loneliest of hearts

february two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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5 thoughts on “Cupid’s wrist rocket

  1. denise0904 on said:

    sigh! maybe I am mixed up but it has undertones of deep sensuality, I was quite moved by your words 🙂

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