"Love has its own time, its own season, its own reasons for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coax it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you"

~Kent Newburn

Call My Name

 

Call my name

in whispers caught in your throat

choking past your teeth

almost bared

catching on the broken glass edges of want

Call it sweet and tender

filled with new apple scent

from wooing cloudbursts

to wet bluegrass fields

Call it with tear drenched eyes

on the side of my glistening neck

dripping and auspicious
to loosen the flow

held back by stockades forged in deafness

Call it exposed to me in anger

clenching to your childlike fear

smothered in misunderstanding

charcoaled words silting the sound

blackening the air between us

Call my name in forgiveness

clinging to your heat fevered hopes

and tethered helium dreams

of what will once again be

the stratosphere endlessly awaits the sound

Call it singing my praises

at the entrance of crisp white sheets

arching your back with

ecstatic screams as I envelop you

And then, when nothing more can be said

call my name in darkness

as I am put away

earthbound but rising

as you hear it meet my

omnipresent ears and

echo finally back

into your whispering throat

 ©

M.A.W.

Be like the bird, who

 Pausing in his flight

 On a limb too slight

 Feels it give way beneath him

 Yet sings

 Knowing he has wings.

~Victor Hugo

There are many things in life that will catch your eye, but only a few that will capture your heart.

-Ben Crenshaw