-I give a name for the urge to lick the remains of the sun on laughters.
-I give the name for the kind of power that makes the loved be kinder than the homeless.
-I give a name to over a hundred heart beats all rhyming with “I am alive today. I am alive today.”
-I give a name to the type of breeze so gentle it slips to our marrows.
-I give a name to the exhales we let out when the love we have inside of us is so big our ribs agitate.
-I give a name to the urge to shout your name in a room filled with strangers who know nothing about us.
-I give a name to shadows that I don’t know who are they following but I give a name to them any way because they sometimes feel like home.
-I give a name to the power that pushes you when a flock of birds move past you.
-I give a name to the type of holy some corners seem to be whispering out. I give a name to the positions we had to mold ourselves in just so nobody knows we were kissing.
-I give a name to the type of morning that wakes you up aching so badly your feet twist and your body throws you from bed to tell you that this is not love.
-I give a name to the type of forgiveness we never forgive ourselves for giving.
-I give a name to the gravity that exists in voices, lips, skins and seasons.
-I give a name to my type of denial that makes me never admit that your love is the reason I became a name giver of all of these things.