I can’t help but wonder,
what goes through her head
when she hears my name?
Does she wonder the same?
How would it sound?
Spoken with something that would astound,
or careless speech that falls to the ground?
What would it be?
A lyrical verse of love and glee,
or something that brings me to my knees?
I know how mine sounds,
it’s what always surrounds
every action and word I cast you around.
I know mine would be
like the embracing sea,
shining so bright, reflecting through me.
But I can’t help wonder
what goes through her head.
Am I her warm bed,
or just the water she treads?


...Maybe it’s best left unsaid.