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Your Name
Your name
will not be voiced by me today,
an anniversary of sorts.
I will not let my tongue
evoke its panoply.
Your name
will not be mouthed by me
from dawn
to dusk
and I’ll not let it touch my thoughts,
or fill my dreams,
now husks,
from darkened sun to morning’s rim;
the lust of it, your name,
that sin upon my lips,
caressing me,
all sere this dunning year,
if spoken out,
will do me in.
will not be voiced by me today,
an anniversary of sorts.
I will not let my tongue
evoke its panoply.
Your name
will not be mouthed by me
from dawn
to dusk
and I’ll not let it touch my thoughts,
or fill my dreams,
now husks,
from darkened sun to morning’s rim;
the lust of it, your name,
that sin upon my lips,
caressing me,
all sere this dunning year,
if spoken out,
will do me in.
Published 5th Feb 2020
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5th Feb 2020 6:16pm
This was well written.
Your name will not be voiced by me today, an anniversary of sorts.
That right there drew me in. You used that to keep piling on the point until it is official. The way you used touch, nature, and emotion was very well done. I have no problems with it.
We are afraid of being used. It can get to the point to where it can drive you insane. My father was not a nice man but I don't blame him. I just wish it were different. Sometimes thinking about such a painful memory is hard. We all have our ghost in the past and we all are afraid in some way.
Your name will not be voiced by me today, an anniversary of sorts.
That right there drew me in. You used that to keep piling on the point until it is official. The way you used touch, nature, and emotion was very well done. I have no problems with it.
We are afraid of being used. It can get to the point to where it can drive you insane. My father was not a nice man but I don't blame him. I just wish it were different. Sometimes thinking about such a painful memory is hard. We all have our ghost in the past and we all are afraid in some way.
