Deonis

This shot long lined up
I had never considered
Aim could be too true

If done all at once
To one shot reality
Where does that leave you?

I wrestle myself
On lines never considered
Unfamiliar ground

Can a man in love
Honestly touch another
And still feel at home?

Must a man relent
Relaxing his line of sight
To hit this target?

I am of two minds
With you it would be so clear
With a single glance

But I keep firing
My target dancing around
For necessity

As if I had hit
So on the nose it deludes
The options drowning