I've spoken your name a thousand times,
And a thousand times once more.
Each time it holds a different tune,
Than the time before.
I whisper it to my pillow,
When I know I should be sleeping.
My trembling lips call out your name,
When I miss you, and I'm weeping.
I speak your name, and speak your name,
And speak your name once more,
As though it were some witching chant,
to bring you to my door.
I breathe your name into my hands,
Then gently touch my face,
I think of how you'd touch my cheek,
And my heart begins to race.
though I can not touch you,
With my longing finger tips,
When I call your name I caress you,
With my throat, and tongue, and lips.
Heather Epperson
{FAIRRY}
