Sagitta

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Sagitta
your flattering arrow that broke my life
Sagitta: oh! How I do like
to fly along its wild shine!

Cos there's no wind to turn it down,
and there's no fire to burn it out,
and all days in this life of mine
I would sold out to keep it here now,
and trace trajectories for all its lines...

I follow its scent
like smokin incense
I dream of your tips
to cut out through the immense
and reach that world
you depicted trasversal...

Sagitta,
your arrow that suddenly broke all of my walls,
your arrow discovered that I also can fall...
Your arrow so free keeps calling for me,
and here I am begging just on my knees
to find your space out of darkening dusks
cos all I can ask for
is to be tempted out!

Cos there's no wind that turns it down,
and there's no fire that burns it out:
still days of my life I'd forever sell out
to mantain the bow
in my hand,
always and now.

Sagitta,
The phantom of your wish,
Sagitta, the choice is in my fist,
Sagitta, sagitta,
the nightmare of gold,
Sagitta,
the promise of your soul...

Sagitta is what
keeps shockin me out,
then Sagitta is also
what can turn me so on:
Sagitta is you
with your doubts and lies,
Sagitta is you,
with your hopes and fires...
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Photoshop, one our and half work, from these sources
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I know, I know... I am funny lookin with Black wig But I needed those poses and that hair colour to create the image I had in mind for Sagitta.. hope you can enjoy.
It's the realm that steps in that thin line between drama and solution of debated love...
That crossing point that can turn to the nastiest, or to the best of sexual meetings.(accordingly they might be also the same thing, actually).
Force unbalancing, and ecstasy I guess.
Anyone finds a personal path through love and sexual discovery.. this one was mine, many years ago .
If the poem is a bit cryptic... well that was deliberated
Enjoy