Your name is a—bird in my hand, a piece of ice on my tongue. The lips’ quick opening. Your name—five letters. A ball caught in flight, a silver bell in my mouth.
A stone thrown into a silent lake is—the sound of your name. The light click of hooves at night —your name. Your name at my temple —shrill click of a cocked gun.
Your name—impossible— kiss on my eyes, the chill of closed eyelids. Your name—a kiss of snow. Blue gulp of icy spring water. With your name—sleep deepens.