God created man of clay, her name—from Breath of Life.
First consonant sound in huff-press of breath in speak and escape from lungs in empty changed in soften and smooth of vowel flow, tongue-touch and flicker to roof of mouth in syllable note and consonant flash before last and smooth of feminine end sounded as “ah” of Levant and Sanhedrin.
He spoke her name in quiet, alone, attuned to its feel and roll and smooth of flow over tongue, in mouth, and last’s pass over lips in speak. Tongue’s touch and flicker and press to roof, he thought upon her kiss; her lips in press and body too, as he spoke her name, breathed life breath, heavy-whispered into her.
Her answer of breath, rhythmic in sound and match to his—voice and breath and spirit—live of her body, force of his own, life breath and name repeating—again and again—until silencing, absorbing, smother-cover of her kiss; rhythmic and live in spirit still.
He spoke her name again, alone, moved of the life-breath stir, wanting more than roll and sense of the sound but to taste and feel her Breath of Life, rhythmic, into his.