You say my name and my bones have turned to honey:
I'm sticky, saccharine, and unstructured before your feet. My eyes have glossed over in a crystal sugar haze. I swear my heart is on a sugar high that overflows and oozes into my thought processing. How long have I been staring?
God, has your hair always been honeycomb blond?

You said my name and I can't recall when the last time someone else said it. I don't remember the last time I heard the combination of those five letters dripping off a tongue like viscous golden amber into my cup of tea.

I swear no one will ever say it sweeter than you.
Please, I want to beg. Say it again.
And again.
And again.