Her Other Name

He called her by her other name The one so few knew No one used But she It had a softness to it No right angle edges Only puffs of perfume Clinging to it's simplicity It stayed on his tongue Melting like a lemon drop And it's taste transfered With his every kiss There was sunlight in it's syllables Tied up in lace and lavender ribbons His voicing her name Caused her tired soul to dance He handled her name with care Some fine artifact from an ancient time He placed it on his heart's mantle Polished it with loving hands She answered to his call His every wish she longed to fill The mummering, muttering of her other name Enough to make her breath brand new It spoke of strength, a hidden silhouette Of a time long gone, but still, there, somewhere She gave him that, for his plattered feasting And now wonders if it's been swallowed whole.