The Unspeakable Name

 Your name is,
violence in my mouth.

To Dare to speak it,
Would be a revolution,
Upon my lips.

To risk it all,
To speak the truth,
How many around me,
Would suffer because of you?

It is said,
"If the truth will destroy them,
then let them die"
But it is also said,
"Let the sleepers lie"

Regardless.
The force of your name,
Locked, Cocked, and Loaded,
The Truth in the Chamber,
Love in the moment.
Creates and destroys with silent baited breath.

I tongue your syllables
Anticipating your release,
the lips of truth are forever,
but a liar's tongue,
will soon cease.

What good would your name be,
to ears filled with wax?
What benefit
to ears filled
with The buildup of decades
of detritus and cultural crud,
Of cultish, Childish, fanatical wish fulfillment?

And yet, I feel pressed,
My mouth feels obligated,
My tongue, slowly slipping away from being my own,
My lips pursed and ready to blow.

As I inhale, drunk on your scent,
I oblige the urge within.
I throw away the need to be of benefit,
I throw away fears of persecution and dissent,
I discard all things,
save to savor the flavor,
of your sweet unsayable name.