there’s the pull and the doubt

the hight tide of wanting to leave

and the low tide of wishing to stay

there’s the hours as beads pushing against each other 

their weight against your skin

and the nearly painful pleasure 

wearing them

to bare oneself, in time becoming 

your bow

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