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Your Name

I turn your name over in my mouth
like a boiled sweet
and enjoy the way it slides over my tongue
clings to my teeth.

Perhaps tonight I will open my mouth,
let your name rise
into the cold air.

The word will escape my lips,
un-noticed,
slipping out like billowing breath,
hanging in the night, like the angel’s share;

invisible but present,

forever.

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