Revisited.

I let your name move about inside my mouth for a minute this morning when I woke up. I swished, swirled and rinsed you around so the sweetness you hide in every syllable could linger. I want to give you the sort of permanence you've always sought after. I want to give you a home you know you can always return to. A fridge you can always raid, and a bed that remembers how you lay. Your side will be roped off with velvet and will remain as you leave it like a shrine to the skin cells you've shed there.