In love’s lucid swoon
You and I are without name
For we then speak a tongue
Not made of words
It’s older than meaning
Before and beyond belief

What then shall I call you?
I know your true name
But for it there’s no word
Only this naked knowing
That speaks and sings of you
Through all we are and all we do

When navigating the daily grind
Sometimes I call you
By your everyday name
But I know it’s not the one for you
For I remember your true name
The one that has no words
But only the pure feel of you
The way you turn your head
And so happily lean into me
As we windingly walk hip to hip
Joined right to the core
In the liberating bondage
That intimacy can be
The signature of your being
Written everywhere in me
Seen and unseen