“Kiria-Suun-Amun…”
Watching the delicate syllables depart from your lips, I fell into rhythm with each tumbling curve. Sweet ambrosia crashed against my yearning eardrums, your tongue was a sway of treble and tremor
In desperation, I turned the hourglass of my memory even as the last whisper escapes your sweet mouth to live eternal the gift of your revelation as at last you grant me the courtesy of your name