The shape of your name
Is the colour when the sky goes red.
The red thats mixed with purple
All vast and towering over all that I can see.

Your name feels like the rain after a drought
in the middle of the night.
The rain feel like cold freedom to my ears
As the atoms of blue pulse on my skin

Your name tastes a cold smoothie
Your sweet kiss meets my lips
As the taste pours down
Into the pit of my stomach
To be savoured piece by piece

You name follows me all around
Your name is the bird's favourite song
The crickets hum your name ecstatically
It’s my favourite sound all smooth and safe

Your name smells like green apples
And the smell of dust after rain
You follow me everywhere in my clothes
The smell of home that is unmistakable