The art of tasting a name is nothing easy.
First, you sip the syllables, unwrap the vowels,
Grate the letters with fickle teeth, you see
It takes a tease, buttered like honey, and then
You lick the letters into submission.
The art of tasting a name is nothing easy.
Some names are vinegar, to be spat out
As soon as it enters, Some hit your mouth
With a rigidity that slaps your cheek, Some
Swim right down to your stomach with no prelude.
A name like yours, it hovers
On my lips like a turbulent mixture
Of sin and salvation, it spews forth
Promises of Bliss, so I roll the letters
Swallow them whole, so they do not get away .
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