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.
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