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Bullseyes

Posted to Action Poetry




Like a champ,
you play my
marble,
Mr. mystery.
You guide it,
with deft
nonchalant fingers,
angling,
at just the
right places,
cracking mettle,
with perfect
bullseyes,
in your aim for
mutual beauty.
I resist, in
ancient, tattooed
anguishes,
this piercing
through to trusting
silence,
together,
with my
beloved,
to my
mortar,
and
stone.