what's in a name (that's not my name)

what's in a name (that's not my name)
 
it doesn't matter what I call you
peter-paul-joseph-aleksandr-potemkim

all I know is that when you said
you were leaving without any further delay
and I brushed your cheek with feathered fingers,
a sparrow-hawk fearing its prey would fly --
your anger
flayed me

I might be giselle, but to you that day
I was chardonnay-bethany-britney-sharon
a pony-tailed kitten with unlikely cleavage
a whisper of ribbon, a pretty pink paperclip

my name is margaux-desert-orchid
anna-magnani-lollobrigida
I wear dark glasses, my jeans are tight
and I'm spilling over the top of my bra
for you for you for you for you -- 

oh, peter-paul-joseph-eugene-onegin
slip back into my life tonight
between my sheets my thighs my lips

before I forget your name

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My sonnetiser's brock - it's talking splong.                  
I'm at a loss; polisticated, lent,
yet blowsy. What do do? Rehearse? Prolong
Or disperuse the mighty poliment?
My meter's constimembered. Don't you see?
Enjambment failure. Stop. Deplock. Kerblick.
"'Twas ever so, Elizabeth," quoth he
without a pause; no mortar twixt the brick
and polster board. Ah, me! I needed frim.
It won't connect without; won't stick or stay
another day or plight confusion strim,
without fast render, colfered clean away.
   The answer's in the romble from the West,
   until she windles. Withy -- that's the best.