morning woke up in my mouth
with the overgrowth, wilderness of your name
raw freshness of uneven inflexions
I sliced, diced and glazed each syllable
each sensing pore a habitat of your name
tongue dragging its feet and glut eager to receive; the life after life after life
of your name
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-name-34/
