breaks open in my ears like a blazing kaleidoscope
i hold a little longer onto the crackling kernel of that first plosive
keenly my breath is taken aback by
the knockknockknocking of its percussivity
over the years your K has become so kindred to my throat
what would my soft palate be without it?
i keep kindling it between my tongue and velum
no wonder the word Kiss also begins with this knightly letter!
how kind your kismet has been to carry your essence on the wings
of this fortifying sound!
K!!!
i let the kiln of my throat fire it once more before
it sinks
into
the closure of
the last two dreamy letters
immmmm
Yes! himmmm with the K
whom i love