Your Name

Allow absolution the blasphemy

Parting my pregnant lips.

You declare you are named

For a prophet,

The king’s favored

Interpreter of dreams.

I know your name.

A slip of the tongue,

It dives beneath my hems,

Unlaces the seams,

Leaves me undone.

Incisor savoring 

Flushed neck and expectant mouth,

Opiate undulating.

Granting my greedy seizure

Of all I demand.

Edge steady,

Whisper the crescendo

Of rooted oscillation.

The chords reverberate

Mine. Now. Again and Again.

You know my name.

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