Archery

It is so nice
to be shaking again,
knees unstable
and buzzed as ever -
so nice to sight
a fresh target
and to fight
the subsequent drying of my lips.

A kind of giveaway in those eyes
and a smile he
fell into like
a smirk
absolutely
is igniting me
enough to raise flames who
lick at the lining of my stomach
incessantly
and fuck up my syntax
from the inside -

I may only have seen
what I wanted to,
but this newsprint list
of letters in his head
took my number as tribute,
lined right up in obscene order;
moved right in
that grin
like he knew I was aiming.