Abba: The Name of God

Like a wine taster swirling a thin glass stem, I want
to hold the name of God on my tongue, color 

my mouth wine-bibber red, let the heat run 
down deep past heart and lungs. I want 

to read backward and forward the life 
force of this palindrome, Abba, write it 

over doorways, on walls and ceilings of 
every bodyhome, upon frontlets, the name 

of God before every convoluted brain, like 
water through breaking dams, these lovely 

vowels flaring all our arid nostrils and lungs.