Intonations

How sweet my name tumbles, soft on the edge,

when it slips from your lips, like a song in the night.

It rests on the air, a delicate pledge,

shaping my essence, igniting my sight.

Like the curve of a glass, it refracts the light,

your voice warms each syllable, wraps me in grace.

I hear it unfold, like the hush before flight,

as if I’m a secret that you dare to embrace.

But lingering echoes still murmur and tease,

a flicker of doubt hidden under each sound.

How do I exist when your heart finds its ease,

and my name is a river that swells all around?