The Flavor of Your Name
I spoke to you in whispers,
Gentle words against your ear.
It was clear you were still sleeping
I knew in your dreams you'd hear.
I ran a finger through the space
Beneath your chin, your satin neck
I am a wreck, reciting memories
I'm soaking in regret
I remember slipping notes into your purse,
Before the dawn.
And breathing in your subtle scent
So deeply, fully I was drawn.
My hands fit firmly to your waist
As if designed to be connected
I've collected and rejected every second.
I've deflected blame,
I feel ashamed of wasted chances
Just about the same
As I remember second glances and the flavor of your name.