Your name rolls right off my tongue

Like it belonged there before I knew you.

Sugar topped with honey rolls

Like the aftertaste of adolescence.

Motions turn to blurrings passing by.

Day in, day out, all but white noise.

Your name however chimes and rings

Like quarter bells in outer space.

When chaos strikes and sorrow falls,

When crows pick on hollowed skulls,

And nothing will get rid of them,

Your name rolls right off my tongue.

It forms in slow and hallowed breaths

Like a silent prayer to a mortal sin.

And when silence follows wickedly

Chaos strikes and sorrow falls.

Sensual and intimate,

Like secrets that should have been kept.

Your name rolls right off my tongue

In whispers and infidelity.

Sounds and letters meaningless,

When strung together the right way.

Break time and space continuum

Leaving blissed oblivion in its place.

"What's in a name?" said scholars great,

Never having tasted yours,

Or heard the symphony of melodies as  Your name rolls right off my tongue.