Awareded with the International Library of Poetry's Bronze Medal in 2002

The Taste of Your Name

For my love

I exhale your name out of gratitude
And passion

It rolls off my tongue when I am awake
And in dreams

I breathe it against your lips
Before the kiss

I want to taste your name
Across your skin

I will murmur it against your neck
Let it vibrate against you

Where as my voice is breathless
Yours is distinct and precise

You say my name like it was coffee
You know it throws me

It would be easy to hide in you
Wrap your love around me

Then when fire consumes us
I will bless us with your name

Gun Brooke