When I say your name
it falls off my tongue in whispers
like a secret
dripping from my lips

ready for your consumption.

You are a hidden garden
a sanctuary
tucked softly behind these eyes
I show the world

but my heart is heavy with too many secrets.

I want to wrap my mouth
around the sharp corners,
the deep curves,
and feel your name rise up from my throat

as more than an exhale.


3 Comments Add yours

  1. Alex says:

    Nice little poem. Do you by chance listen to a band called La Dispute? This poem brought my mind to one of their many great songs


    1. Tye says:

      Thank you, Alex. I haven’t heard of them, but I’ll definitely check them out!


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