i like the taste of his name in my mouth,
rolling off my tongue in fitful, fleeting breaths,
two syllables, just two across five characters
i want to speak, say, scream his name, cry out
at the top of my lungs, and then whisper it in his ear,
soft and silent beckoning,
just uttering a single word, breathing it out with
hot air, and i'm dead, gone, all to pieces and
melting down like a
nuclear reactor, hotter than