The word is spoken as we are tangled up together, bodies pressed against each other. Comfortable, I begin to believe that the name means something to you. But, suddenly my elation turns to skepticism as I realize it is only when we are like this that I hear that word. All of my doubts come rushing back and overturning the glimmer of hope I had felt just moments ago. Is it just a coincidence or something painfully purposeful? I fear that it will be revealed to be the latter and I wonder how I will feel if it is the truth. For I’m not sure I could handle the taming of your tongue out of fear that it would speak the wrong name.
~ l m d