Her Name

I like saying your name

The way the letters roll off my tongue

How the syllable’s resound in my ears

This sensation I feel is still young

But it does not fade, nor disappear

I like saying your name

just like refined wine, I need my fix

I want to stumble home tipsy

With the stain of your name on my lips

I like saying your name

Moonlit memories used to conjure you

ill let the songs sketch your outline

then the butterflies can fill in the hues

the lights then begin to dim, and you can finally shine

Your name I offer as a prayer to twilight

your name a mouthful of milk and honey

your name is proof that not all good things are finite

to hear her name, I would count myself lucky

You are heaven sent

I know the angels sway above your head

the ongoing dream I’ve often dreamt

there are certain things I cannot leave unsaid

Your name sounds a lot like a summers day

The voice that always says “stay”

A sleepy mumble under shared sheets

that feeling of safety, knowing you’ve saved me a seat

Your name sounds like a home cooked meal

its one hand on your lap as the other grips the wheel

Its lazy days greeted with sunrises and sunsets

Its the laugh you make even when the joke doesn’t make sense

If I wake up tomorrow

with no recollection of your name

Don’t worry, I know what signs to follow

I know I won’t be the same

Till these lips are etched with your name

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