How does my name taste?
Is it fond in day time amidst strangers and friends alike?
I would like to believe I am no secret.
I have been pressed against dark hallways, ushered to not make a sound, my name only moaned softly in the middle of the night.
Where I am unseen, unheard, wondering if I could exist in your world. Wondering if I could hold your hand in a crowd, or if you could reciprocate my gaze.
I need to know how I taste.
In both day and night, your name tastes sweet.