ur name makes me feel like i am in a victorian castle
bouncing from the chandeliers
and dining quietly in the rat corner
scavenging the scraps of the queen’s last meal
she’s dressed in minx fur from russia
even though i have rags of clothes on
i glitter like jewelry
in the gaze of your valued eyes
ur name makes me think of rome all dolled up
the colosseum basking in his own glory
and the leaning tower of pisa laughing that i am standing up straight and not curved over
the city of ancient ruins
i feel you in between all of the leftovers of the broken dreams and efforts
ur name makes me think of summer
a day outside in the beating hot sun
drenched in sweat
with short shorts and lacy coverups
glistening bodies lying with their gorgeous zombie jaguar eyes
staring at my figure like we are at a buffet
splashing in the misty air of daybreak
and i touch your body with my butter hands, circling around like scarlett witch’s superpower skills
ur name reminds me of 1459 when the kings and queens ruled the world with their staffs and their crowns
of when the jousters pranced with their medieval stallions
knights with metal that clinked if you threw a glass drink at them
and i fall into the well of doom
landing in your embraced arms
silky smooth is your skin
wandering strategically through my brainwaves
and reciting that it’s going to be ok
ur name reminds me of the old days
when i was five and didn’t know that the world had anything to offer a girl like me
you are the natural history museum
i walked through peacefully as a seven year old
the art is just like you in ways i can’t be
it grins and curves and spits violently
it jumps and laughs and drowns out the negativity
i am slowly falling deeper and deeper into your stream of consciousness
slipping and tumbling until i hear the sweet ring of your name in the emptiness
who says i can’t feel whole seeing your spine in the nighttime while you swiftly disappear into the volume of the town?
i am reunited with every part of every country and every place i have never visited when i hear the rasp of your voice or the crisp etiquette of your name

now you are the exact replica of worry
you are fading
i can feel it
i just don’t want to admit it
but wait, you aren’t fading
you are just becoming more permanent
a constant light
you’ll never disappear in my eyes
your flame will never be diminished in my night