you is a hollow
word, like an
echo––
yell it in a
crowd, & everybody
looks around.
you are not so
simply a you.
to say i love
you
is like the hooting
sounds of breath
in an empty
bottle––
beautiful, perhaps,
but not
your who.
your name is
sacred to
me.
i dream your
name & croon
it to the sky––
& whisper your
name to every flower
on earth.
your name is
my prayer.
such hymns
are awkward in
the language of
the waking
day.
no speech
of this world
is able to conjure
the who we
are.
i have much
that is worldless
to say to
you.