Amber Word

   Every syllable,
      burns my lips
      while I pronounce
      the amber word without address
      that carries your name
      along the river banks.

            And yet,

   Each one,
      returns to my breath
      drowned in the broken tides,
      lost without the Moon, going nowhere
      back to the eroded fortress that I am,  
      back into the palms of my hands.


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