I love the way you say my name-
beit Bebe, Darling or Dear.

Whichever way you choose to string your words
However it is repeated and replaced for the others.

Mostly I see it written, casually as if on a napkin-
and I imagine what it’s like falling from your bottom lip,
into my lap- as if you’ve wrapped it, fresh and bright-
placing it between my chin and knees as a gift.

“ I knew noone had caressed the Y in your name with quite the intent to undress you as I have, I thought you may like to frame the moist of your mouth for the times when I’m away…”

I think it’s more
That you like watching me trip on my words
My poise to scatter at your feet
And to challenge the idea of me- out of my bra
Before we are even out of the car.
( I will not either confirm or deny the notion that I may have these images in my head- or the why.)

While I am fascinated to better witness the soft of your mouth
And even more to taste the shape of your bottom lip-
For now I can just
Trace the idea of the way you say my name
And fall asleep unalone.

18 December 2007
7pm.