randomly cilok-ing #2

"I'm practicing to say your name so I can say it to your face..."

In the dark as I lay
among folds of cotton fibers
I recite a poem I learnt
after I say my evening prayers.
A poem too short, consisting
of but a word, the single verse
that hastens, quickens my pulse, 
my lips tremble when I rehearse.

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