Your Name?

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Startled that arrow shot from bow
Should find its mark so quick
We stand dumb struck
As receding waves of sound give way
To clarion call of beating heart
Though of mine or yours is indistinct
Betrayed by eyes
That speak the words we dare not utter
Drawn by desires erotic pull
Into the orbiting sphere of the other
In the clarity of our unseeing gaze
Loves shadow mingles
With sensuous reserve
As if to test the weight of this insubstantiality
We lean into the other
And in our aura’s hot embrace
Insubstantiality becomes possibility
And we whisper
Your name?

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