Her Name Holds Mine Poem by karin collins

Her name holds mine within it,
a whisper tucked in silent space,
like twilight's breath upon the wind,
soft as the first touch of rain's embrace.
It hums beneath the weight of night,
like slow, invisible waves at sea,
a pulse too quiet to be caught,
but felt in every breath I breathe.

A secret sewn in silk and bone,
woven through the tremor in her hands,
like lightning caught within the leaves,
or whispers in forgotten sands.
It clings like ivy to her skin,
like dawn upon the edge of day,
unspoken, blooming in her smile,
fading before words have their say.

She speaks, and yet she doesn't know—
my name is carved within her own,
a secret buried deep inside,
the corners where her thoughts have grown.
And if one day she sees it there,
will she call out or let it be?
A fleeting whisper in the air,
the thread that ties her name to me.