Soulmates

What a symphony Apollo orchestrated

upon quivering heartstrings, a soulful

yearning exaggerated by enchantment.

An arrow notched not once but twice,

its path defined by chord threaded

through the gouges in our chests;

it sutured festered flesh, stitching us

at the seam, and so we were ensnared,

and so I was lost in you -

as was Fate’s design.