Thursday 2 March 2017

My Name.

I called your name out loud
As if saying it would make you appear,
As if you were waiting on me.
My mind quickens with questions
I've been longing to ask,
Are you saying my name too?
Are you sneaking the words in the night
Out the whispers of your lips
Letting desert sands carry them to me
Until my ears burn?
Say it again.
My name.
The warmth melts down my spine
Like Southern heat
Leaving me sun kissed.
Call to me again
And let the words burn the flesh
Until your soothing lips can heal
Or winter chills the bones.
Which will come first?