Your name slipped over my tongue,
As if a forbidden fish on my lost shore.
I gulped your disyllabic name back to sea,
For you deserve an oceanic life so free,
And all I have is an acidic appetite,
That bounds you in my abdomen.
My throat has never been heavier,
As if the aroma you left has find a way inside.
I wonder what those dreams are made of?
For a comfortable smile you wore every night.
I too must be wearing a smile unknown,
For even graves would bloom at your return.
And you would find my words coated in saline,
But never my eyes.