When I say your name






When I say your name - if only for the 
few brief seconds it takes to conjure, 
sitting lusciously within my mind's reach, 
then pour out of my throat, flow off my
tongue, slip between my teeth, linger 
on my lips and hover in the air - for 
those few seconds the pain is less, 
I don't hurt as much, and for that, 
I thank you. 






[the painting is "Miranda" by John William Waterhouse]











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