Accent by Nicholas Murray

What was that word

you pronounced so beautifully?


Unfamiliar with its construction,

without the guide of memory,

you fell to the patterns

of your native tongue.


“That thing that comes 

from kissing,

that thing that brings

you closer.”


The clinical veneer of 

each vowel sound peeled away,

bringing the consonants closer together,

almost touching.


What was left

felt like three fingers

pressed lightly

against my cheek.


And there it was.

The sound coaxing

the chemical memory to resurface.

To leave me dumbstruck