Your Name Poem by W.I. Stoneberger

Your Name



I wipe it from my lips,
along with the traces of your kisses.
I retrain my tongue
to no longer form the syllables,
to no longer remember
the grainy pleasure
of entwining your alphabet.
I swallow back the sound,
until the taste is less than memory.

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Fiona Davidson 29 May 2009

Liking the images you've used here William...Fi 10+++

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