Say My Name

she likes to use my name a lot

and her mouth ovalizes

to form

an egg, spilling a fire marinated

yolk inside my ear pans;

then bigger....

then teeth clashing together

like an eggshell puzzle

but only when it's just me and her.



and it shatters my heart

into a million fuchsia fragments

when she doesn't use my name

and leaves her sentence

with the absence

of an amputated tail

it lingers; the feel of what

should have been there

but that only happens when i'm with a friend or two




but i really do love it when she says my name

it casts freshly grown forest green

curtains over rotting old corn

and steers blinds away

from crystal clear windows

so that I can see the undressed sun

with its cloudy coat scattered at its feet



but even when she says my name

with such a breeze

the wind's thighs nuzzling my cheeks

and the guacamole hills in the distance

bending over backward to allow me more air

i want to hear it again

and again and again

and again and again
until

she says my name again.



but when I say her name a lot

it slathers reminders in acidic strokes

that two women who are meant to be

aren't meant to be
in their scarlet-scorched eyes

in two years
i will prove them wrong


she will be screaming my name

when that time comes


come                 here                              roll                                               embrace

      release                     lock                       nectar of the unwinding        cherry         wild        blossom     

say my name

Author's Note

Inspired by:
Destiny's Child - Say My Name

Reviews

[Ray]

I really love the images you use in your poetry, it gives it a distinctly different style to everything I've ever read. It's also very interesting how you spaced out the words in the end : it's wonderful effect !!

[MoriartyMesa]

The play if not dance of words works into a compelling read, the lines:

in their scarlet-scorched eyes
in two years
i will prove them wrong

Nice, enjoyed the phrasing and how the words strung together.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

but even when she says my name
with such a breeze
the wind's thighs nuzzling my cheeks

A woman like that says my name I will come a running... very sweet and sexy poem.

[Michael G.]

You've written a very good poem with great flow and imagery in it.
Great job, Misty.