At dawn, your skin speaks to me through my skin like a drum beat
Tawny creatures of fur and feather, dance your dawn names
in onion skin colors across my sky
And the ripples in water say your day names
In endless knots of light and shadow

At evening your dusk names echo in my chest
like a savored breath of ocean air
Swim dance your dark names in the corners of my eyes
And all my steps feel a slippery pull
As though there is a tide that runs north to you

All your names are in me
Your names are in the fibers of my weave
Your sun and moon are making a tapestry of me each day
My threads seek you even across infinite,
microcosmic gulfs of electrons and light,
Come to you even in the guise of common words,
Hinting at the song of you and me