The name

A name
your name
is such an intimate thing.
One that makes me ambitious
to call you with all my might,
with all my rights.
The passion hidden is fiery
like the chimney in my cottage
with the collected heat
touching every part of my being.
A throne, I’d rule half
and half in the vapor of dreams.
A fantasy drawn,
for I am a writer
who has the right
to get down at the wrong station
and vision the bright cheek
in the land of deserts
and kiss all the way.
A mirage of love
and your name as
a new city…

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