Throw yourself upon my senses
with the simple saying of your name,
the light changing and the sidewalk
witness gone to ground. Hurl yourself
thick and slow, sweet and sticky
across my thinking with
the clinging of your written words
still mingling with the grievous
beating of my heart, the gooey
phrases and written kisses
all that I could manage,
all that I am made of now
missed hints and stubborn habits
the wishing that won’t make it so,
the nickname whether it stuck.