Your name is a bird on my palm.

Your name is ice on my tongue.

Your name is a stone in a swamp.

It is a bullet, and a cramp.

Your name is an invisible moment

of my lips,

A kiss in the eyes,

My breath in your hold.

Sometimes — a reasonable advise.

Sometimes — snow, and a scold.

A horse on a cloud,

A ball which I try to catch,

A candle which is blown out,

A painful skin scratch...

It is a light from darkness,

A nap which is deep and clean.

Your name is a holy sparkle,

A game which I need to win.