her name

her name

A Poem by m.s.early

There is grace in her throat when she sings my name;
it is wet on her lips perched like doves 
in the roses taking flight.

Once her breasts heave and the air is flushed,
my name raises avidly in bi-tonal fluted chords,
bracing her elbows against my chest
and struggling to release her harmony
in my patient ears.

My love stews her name viciously.

It is katzenjammer and clangor
once it pumps from my diaphragm deranged,
a din fracturing the air around us;
its potency observed when my hands grip her waist
and clutch her to delve in her,
to withdraw from her.

Her name is planed between abrasive clenched jaws
while mine flitters gently back down among us.

Hers is replaced by devouring it, becoming it
while mine licks her lips with glistening
and waits to kiss again.

© 2014 m.s.early


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"My love stews her name viciously.

It is katzenjammer and clangor
once it pumps from my diaphragm deranged,
a din fracturing the air around us;"

Another splendid poem from your mighty pen...:)...................

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you Sami. I thought you'd like the katzenjammer line... haven't seen the word on here yet :.. read more
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

Yep. You are welcome...:)...................
Passionate piece, really enjoyed :) x

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you Tia :)
What's in a name? In this piece, it is passion. Well done, Xavier!

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you so much Rita... by any other name is just as... :)
Oooh, NICE! Loved it the moment I started reading it. Names flutter with every heartbeat spoken. Eyes engage, emerging faint burst nectur'd. To go forth savoring the roseate supple invite, soon cavasing equisite slavored interior.

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

How elegant BlackRose... I wonder why that first verse caught you ;)
BlackRose

10 Years Ago

I wonder, I mean what's in a name, hmm... Thou've words fluid thou lips. ;o)
To be the object of this poet's desire!
I continue to be amazed and enthralled with
your writing talents.
I am honored to know you.

~~~~Claire~~~~

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

Oh goodness, Claire. You're flattering me. Thank you :)

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"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..

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