Your Name Poem by Lola Sanchez

when my pencil sweeps across the page
and your name wanders into existence
my heart stops.

no, not the I'm-in-love
sweet like honey adoration
type of stop.

but the more sickly
clogged arteries
deathly slow descent of a heart
in direction of the shoes
variant of a heart stop.

a rose by any other name,
Shakespeare wrote
knowing full well
the potency that lies in a name

your name
holds within it
all my secrets
and dreams of the past
it represents a world
beyond a small blue door
through which one
can only go again
if shrunk.