I want it to be my name
that follows your smoky breath
on crisp winters days
as green and red lights 
reflect in your eyes
while amid falling white fluff
we gleefully play

I want it to be my name
which is spoken with yours
till the two merge into one,
plural turned singular
when mentioned by friends,
when rolling off their tongues

I want it to be my name
that you tenderly whisper 
in quiet, honest moments
when life is slow and you let go 
and deepest and darkest
drifts from your heart and soul 

I want it to be my name
that stirs delicate 
wind chimes and windmills
inside your breast
creating wisps of energy 
which flow, traveling up and down, 
searching until finding, reaching
and filling all empty spaces 
causing pink flames of fire
to flood your cheeks
and your nipples,
the delicate figureheads,
to stand at attention
pointing toward their desire

I want it to be my name
that you gasp after "Oh God"
and proceeds sighs of "Yes!"
intermingled with mumbles
and moans and murmurs
of sweet caress

and I want it to be your name
that I attach
all the emotions
and displays
and words
of
"I love you" 

© Ocean.
11/11/96