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Little invitations shoot across a crowded room.
Infra-red electric eye, scanning ocean.
Seek a subtle confirmation in reflection.

Captivated by a flash,
That could have come from my own eyes.
Shaken up enough to act,
Another invitation flies.

Little invitations flowing through our empty speech,
Hoping for a hidden message in reflection.
Giving stinging confirmation in rejection.

Captivated by a flash,
That could have come from her own eyes.
Painful memories scream and crash,
No reflection, only sighs.

In this dark and smoke-filled medium silent flashes take their flight.
Mirrors closing in, the light intensifies, now shining bright.
Until a single flash can span the gulf...
A hand within a hand.

Little invitations, desert wind upon my face.
Sting and burn and probe in search for a notion.
I await the blinding flash, ignorant devotion.

And those who know not how to not accept,
And find themselves in bed without respect.
And those who aspire only to collect,
With no intention ever to select.
And those who are unable to project,
And find they know not how to not reject.
And those who feel the need to self-protect,
And question endlessly and redissect.
And those afraid that someone will detect
An unconcealed weakness or defect.
Stand defenseless, naked and erect, shaking, nervous, waiting to connect.

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