Sunday, 27 September 2015


Your name,
it is wedged somewhere in the deep
in a crack between my ribs
where the arteries meet.
If I say it, I cannot breathe.
And then it rises, swiftly,
from trembling vocal chords
doing a loop-the-loop within,
caressing the throat
circumventing its course
through my tongue
and in a heart-stopping instant,
emerges the crowning jewel of phonetics
a beautiful whirl
a resounding spell
sheer perfection in three syllables
nine letters wide,
an inflection garbled in pride.
For the life of me,
I can't imagine what is so special
except for the fact that it is
your name.

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