Her name
Etched deeply
Inside my veins
Each beat
Of my heart
Says her name
Sometimes
In a soft whisper
Sometimes
In a deafening roar
Always
In a melody
I crave to hear
Her name
Trembles
From my lips
I whisper her name
Wondering
If she hears
I growl her name
Willing her to hear
Sometimes
It sounds like want
Sometimes
It sounds like desire
Always
With an urgency
Greater than need
Wounded Memories 
This is beautiful, urgent longing at it’s finest. Well done.
It is urgent and longing. Thank you.
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I like this…lovely, AM!