Awareded with the International Library of Poetry's Bronze Medal in 2002
For my love
I exhale your name out of gratitude
And passion
It rolls off my tongue when I am awake
And in dreams
I breathe it against your lips
Before the kiss
I want to taste your name
Across your skin
I will murmur it against your neck
Let it vibrate against you
Where as my voice is breathless
Yours is distinct and precise
You say my name like it was coffee
You know it throws me
It would be easy to hide in you
Wrap your love around me
Then when fire consumes us
I will bless us with your name
Gun Brooke