I want to know.
How it feels,
when your name
unfolds on my tongue,
chanted,
left in breath,
invoking -
to linger in thought,
not just spoken,
but felt,
when it calls
to just be close,
and present.
Breathing out,
slowly,
in gravity,
let it sink,
deepen,
descend -
to another level,
to another question
is it too much,
or less than enough?
Because what you ask
might reveal more
than you mean,
more than the answer
can ever hold.
I want to know.
How it curls
behind closed lips,
not to hurt,
but left unspoken
in the hollow of my ribs.
How it feels,
when it marks,
grabs your neck,
holds your pulse,
takes your breath
not just with teeth
of hands,
but with freedom
of not holding back.
What it does,
open the mouth.
Silence follows,
shuts the eye to half,
and let it just breathe.
Pulse.
Slowing down.
Freeze -
in the moment
of heat.
And after,
when felt in the gut,
with memory
and weight.
Resonates.
Like an echo
of you, in me.
A midday longing.
Leaves nothing...
to hide,
to prove -
but stays.