Longing.

I linger in syllables 

The way she holds my name 

In her mouth 

Round 

and 

Lovelier than its ever 

sounded before 

I am 

Captivated by pauses 

Like 

warm breath on skin 

Wriggle to find the edge of it

to ride

Bite knuckles

To catch my tongue

Seeking reprieve from the spell

But just deeper.

Merciless 

Still.