You say my name yet I don't know from where
you learned to curl the vowels like whispered twine
on silken breath of gossamer. With care
you say my name.
You speak and all your words become like wine
and California poppies, grapes and air
as thin as in some northern mountain clime.
Your voice of elegance makes my name rare
and takes me to a place outside of time
where I forget my sorrows. Like a prayer
you say my name.
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