Your name is a - bird in my hand a pice of - ice on the tongue one single movement of the lips. Your name is: five signs, a ball caught in flight, a silver bell in the mouth...

A stone, cast in a quiet pool
makes the splash of your name, and
the sound is in the clatter of night hooves,
loud as a thunderclap or it speaks straight into my forehead,
shrill as the click of a cocked gun.

Your name - how impossible, it
is a kiss in the eyes on
motionless eyelashes, chill and sweet.
Your name is a kiss of snow
a gulp of icy spring water, blue
as a dove. About your name is; 
SLEEP.