of demons and love

1.7 r.e.m.v.

Your name is always
on the tip of my tongue
but I can never let it slip
from quivering lips
for you never seem to listen.

So I'll let it sit on my tongue
and claw at my teeth
until you look at my lips
with curiosity and wonder
and say mine.

Then and only then
will a whisper of jumbled
letters and carefully placed
syllables be freed
from their cage of longing.