addendum: another love poem (a love melody)

by prasanna   Apr 16, 2020


this is an attempt at a spoken word piece, wrote around the same time as another love poem (april 10th? i think) since it's just sitting around thought i'd post for safe keeping or whatever.

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my three favourite syllables
comes together to make the
sweetest melody that has ever
graced this famished tongue.
the moment after i say your name,

the moment after i say. your. name.
my mouth is saccharine, with cotton-candy
breath I feel like a child, the words pour out of me
like a tapped maple tree, but as poets we know
it takes about 40 gallons of sap to produce one gallon
of syrup, and my reservoir runs deep. I’m talking warehouses
and warehouses of vats quietly simmering over an open flame,
distilling every verbose verse into neatly packed metaphors
that you pop into your mouth like a confection,
forever saying that yeah, you like it enough, but it’s a bit too sweet
for you so you reach for something in the back
that is much more palatable.

the moment after I say your name,
my heart is swallowed whole by a churning ocean of
salted zeal and by that i mean your name carries so much
warmth, it scalds the roof of my mouth if I even think
about uttering your name. your name is a wool sweater
for my tongue, a straitjacket i willingly wear when
I need to be brought back to reality.
a three syllable prayer that sways the
world into being still – if even just for a moment,
the gentle repose I've never known

my three favourite syllables
comes together to make
the sweetest melody I know;

your name.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I can HEAR this poem, just in reading it here.

    I love the passion emanating from this, the wonder and awe of love, the movement of the verses, then the almost decrescendo when you speak of the three favorite syllables. And their name, yet without saying it, makes it even sweeter and more intimate.

    Also, my favorite lines:

    "the words pour out of me
    like a tapped maple tree, but as poets we know
    it takes about 40 gallons of sap to produce one gallon
    of syrup, and my reservoir runs deep."

    - This. Is. Gorgeous!!

  • 4 years ago

    by Sunshine

    ohhhohh lorddddd. Yes more love poems. You rock them.

    favorite syllables... your name...

    you have a bunch of poems hiding in a single poem up there.
    I bow to this piece!

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