held in eros's sight / my fingers opposite his / as he readies the arrow from his / quiver / watching your body / dare i stare? / the tremulous feeling in my chest proliferating // i tremble here / and cannot stop you / as you reach over to pluck from eros’s / quiver / hearing your voice / dare i speak? / the sound waves shake my pituitary nostalgia // two arrows aimed / to the cranium and sternum / to make my flesh and bones the new / quiver / touching your skin / dare i linger? / the passion that made us shiver might rekindle one day // one day
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