Direct Hit

You sank my battleship.
And my heart along with it.
It’s helplessly anchored to yours,
pulled, tugged, tethered.
I’m out of ammunition,
my defenses are gone.
Submerged in your arms,
in your care,
your peace.
Just
wash over me;
I want you..
Full force.
Direct hit.

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