The Way YOu Say My Name

“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.” ~ Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

Meeting you was like unexpectedly falling into a fast-flowing river.

From deep under the calm flat surface of my life, I was swept into your undertow and lost all breath, all framework of time.

You didn’t try to rescue me, and I, drowning in the depths of your soul, sank with eyes closed and mouth open, my lungs filling with the way you say my name.

The murmur of your voice wrapped around me like so many layers of transparent chiffon.

Soaked to the skin, drifting wordlessly to the bottom, my life flashed before me before I perished to whom I had been before you.

“My sweet,” you whispered, as your arms wrapped strong around my body and holding me close to your heart, you brought us crashing through to where the tide of your love could carry us to shore.

I don’t know if it was the heat of the sun or the warmth of your body that quelled my fear, I just know that your skin on mine is the where I long to be shipwrecked for the rest of my life.

If was a Selkie and you were the captain of a sea-faring boat, I would be tempted to lure you to my world and kidnap you without remorse.

I would feed you love and adorn your body with the gift of my mouth; leave you begging for the softness of my fingers on the muscled landscape of your back…and lower.

And if you asked me why I refused to release you I would say;

Because the way my name rolls off your tongue is a seduction that I cannot bear to have end.

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