For the knowledge of your name

If I knew your name I would cherish it.

I would pronounce it
ever so carefully
lavishing each syllable with love.

I'll hold it in my mouth
rolling it around, tasting
it the way I do each Christmas
candy I only have once
a year.

If I knew your name
I would write it in
margins
of my math papers
and bi-monthly reports.

I shall doodle
pretend to be a Cubist artist
draw your name like
graffiti on my bathroom wall.

If I knew your name
I'll rest my head on it
forsaking the pillow of my childhood.

But alas, I don't
and my world stays
dangerously the same.

Oh, for the knowledge, the thrill,
the magic mystery of
just knowing,
knowing
your name.