i like the way my name sounds on your teeth
when you sleep
it slips
from the corner of your mouth
collects in a puddle on your pillow
stains
your
lips.
crusty on them in the morning
rinsed away to give you
morning dew skin
fresh nameless breath
full moistened lips
when back to sleep you slip
from the corner of your mind
sleep brings my name back to dry out your tongue
stale christened breath
breathe.
i like the way my name sounds on your teeth.
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