draw the bullseye around where your arrow has landed

my thoughts are arched
to the curve of your back
the beat of your brow
hands pushing time
time pushing me
across the line
you know, “the line”
but it’s not a line at all it turns out
it’s a shadow
that draws a
perfect circle
around the places that we think we’re heading
but we’re not going there
not tonight
so make me
like i am making you right now
into something that does not have a name
only a shape and a dotted line
point it towards yourself
and let it go

mimas, saturn’s moon
image courtesy of: http://www.spaceinfo.com.au/mimas20081203.html