where I wait
I know your name… It has risen every morning in my thoughts… but I do not say it aloud, too terrified that the poetry you are with the fragile cat's paw will fall apart somewhere, not where I wait I know your name… I whisper it daily enough to not destabilize the chemistry of us… but also, me to not be somehow incriminated, for my mind bears you deeper than the eye can see Right Back Atcha by Dave Keller
