Speaking.

I like the sound of your name
As it falls off my lips.
My hands are shaking when I speak,
And my heart is violent in its cage.
I want to say certain things quietly

In your ear like I've dreamt of doing,
But your prescience is still far from home.
I love the way your quotes make my skin
Crawl with much anticipation to be held.
And if I get the chance to have you alone again,

I'm hoping that God shields his beautiful eyes;
For by the time I leave you in the morn,
Your body in a tremor of love and lust,
You'll love how your name sounds
As it falls off my lips.