My Name

So, he doesn't speak my name

it drives me insane

he simply stares quietly from the corner of his eye

his slow movements like hot candle wax

dripping down my innerthigh

I know he's watching

because I can feel him undressing my skin

and feel him consuming my boiling flesh

bubbling with this vulnerable desire to touch him

Happy lyrics are usually not my thing

yet my fingers ache these days

anxious to try and express it just right

I'll be serene and composed this time

I want to try to tell it just right

So what, he doesn't speak my name

his naked whispers over my neck

wake me in the middle of the night

and just then his hands speak for themselves

as they reach into the longitude of my shape

So cliché, I used to say

but now that it's here

the details reappear

and the magic once cast away

is a newborn tune to my ear

It's in the way his laugh can dissolve my sadness

as if it were never an issue

It's in the way his fingers trace my features

so searchingly, it almost hurts

It's in the way his stirring innocence permeates my senses

and drugs me

into a love so bottomless

I can hardly see in its darkness

He's that face

I wondered all this while about

but thought I could live perfectly without

An old spirit in young warrior's skin

he was just looking for a princess

to lose himself in

I remind him of his forgotten dreams

they are just so right

as I weave myself within their seams

The silence makes me quiver

as I explore the unspoken spaces

Without a pen to write or a voice to deliver

I know we are not destined for words

when I'm with this man I so much adore

I entrust myself into bliss more and more

and realize exactly what we are meant for

it's enchanting

all the beauty we are meant for

So yes,

Though he doesn't speak my name

Here it is, I relayed it just right

I perceive there's no need for any shame

this ode is no child's game

Maybe I should shut up

and start doing the same