Call Me By Your Name Poem by Rum Edmund

The sound of my name sounds best
When it escapes your thoughts through your lips.
A harsh and fast thudding echoes in my chest
When you're around I feel even the tiniest of veins in my heart burst.

The sight of your face,
Gracing my nights and days,
Brings me to a sudden daze.
Especially when it falls on me, your gaze.

The touch of yours,
Speak of a thousand words.
But now you're hers,
And I stare at the fire hoping in your heart I was first.

Foolish, I know, my heart can be.
But the thought of you and me,
Ever haunts me, it never lets me free.
The thought of someday we will come to be.

But here in this blaze,
Right here and right now as I gaze in the fire.
I will wipe all those days
You kept me afire.

My name sounds better when it escapes your lips.
It used to bring me a euphoric bliss.
But now my name is yours and only yours to keep,
And soon your name will be foreign.
An archaic language only you and I shall ever speak.