I like to say your name aloud.
I love the way it rolls of my tongue,
To hear the syllables, approximant
In their approximation of my love for you.
Allowed, I would speak your name to anyone who would listen,
Releasing its long vowels and plosives
In explosive declarations of love
That would tell everyone and anyone that
This beautiful man,
Whose name rests impatiently on my lips,
Is the man I love,
The man I need.
Aloud, I speak your name
As I walk alone in late evening sun.
I hear it, short and sweet,
As I disclose wildest dreams
To snag and hang on thorny hedgerows
To wave like prayer flags
For the passing birds and
Startled fallow deer to hear.
Aloud, I speak your name to the wind,
Allow its pitch and tenor
To be swept away on the wings of warm, invisible currents
And imagine somehow, somewhere,
It will find its way back to you
So you can hear it:
My gentle voice on the breeze
Calling your name softly.