I really enjoy
what's going on
with us.
Where it goes,
I don't know - where it is,
not sure,
it's a moving target
whose pleasure is all
in the drifting aim
through and past all
the purpose and view
that we're taking in
and not in the trigger
-pull, necessarily. Or
at least, not yet.
Besides -
what a violent metaphor
to obscure all the beauty
of moments drunk deep
with thee -
not in purposelessness,
but in purpose fulfilled
in them.
So unfitting
of what you have been
to me. So unsuited
for the game
I hope
not at once,
but soon
to win.
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