Your Name

 I want you to wear my name out. Wear it out in the streets; amongst the wandering hearts. Wear it softly and safely on your lips; speaking it whenever you yearn for the feel of the letters on your tongue. Form the sound of it meticulously. Speak it with such love that the volume of passion paints your aura gold and shimmering. Wear it out, my darling. I want you to take it with you always. It is my sole hope that when you string the letters together, letting the memories of sleepless nights fill the consonants with lust and fervor…it is my hope that the weight of it comforts you. That when it passes from your being, it’s full of all our laughter. That the ampleness of what we have become fills any room you’re in with light and magic. I can only desire such things for this is how I wear your name. It’s always on the tip of my tongue, dancing with impatient joy to escape into the ether and stand testament to all the wonders that could be. I wear your name brightly and delight in the secrets it harbors. I wear it out as I wish you to wear mine - softly and safely on my lips, with me always.

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