No, But Not Your Name. Poem by Spencer James Manchester

No, But Not Your Name.



For one title

held so far above all others,

to be revered by so few:

Two, specifically you

and I. We share this word;

an endearment less endearing really

than Honeydew or Babygirl,

but rather the whimsy inherent

in calling you

my only what you are,

Shmoopsykins-

that is what I've sought in
all the rest.

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