Do you realize that just saying your name aloud to myself
Stops all thought
My eyes close, unbidden
And I am still, except for the beating of my heart
That one syllable, your name,
Formed from a single breath
My tongue pressed softly inside of my mouth
It’s almost a kiss
I whisper your name to myself,
Sometimes, right before I go to sleep,
And I am in another place
That is not familiar at all
Other words have power over me, too
You don’t realize it,
But you are careless with your words,
As if they are not gold coins clinking all over the place,
All around us
Especially once, when you jokingly said my name and love in the same breath
I froze, I couldn’t move or talk or even think
But I know you didn’t notice
I guess that’s what happens when you don’t love me
Then, that last night, when you hurt me the most,
You were vulgar
And spoke of having sex with me angrily, carelessly
As if it couldn’t be what it most certainly could have been
And I was speechless
Dazed, actually
To hear such sacred words come from you, tarnished with your meanness
Those last words of yours
Are carved onto my heart, for better or worse,
And it is with a mixture of pain and a sick sense of pleasure
That I recall them
So, I am a little afraid of you
Because of the power you have over me
And I am not quite sure if
You realize it or not
But my gut feeling is that you do
And that makes you dangerous
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You went straight to the underbelly of your emotions! Its a gift few poets posess!