There's nothing left to say or do. Roll your name over again on my tongue like wringing hands of a prayer. Palms pressing teeth. Lips silent open. Wrapping myself in the flesh of your name like sheets of skin. The sting of pain dulled by this collection of letters hiding held like a lemon drop under the tongue. The new name of you intersecting the chords of my throat. Tucked like the pressure of a palm in the bend of the knee. Like lips caught in the shadow of a collar bone. Auricle tongue. The static of you plaits my hair. Reduces my mouth phonetic--your name pressed out--pwoar.