How I have longed
From the moment I first heard you had two middle names
For you to make me your pronoun
Take me to the Gilded Truffle
and share with me your surname

GLUTTONY
I fed you verb but kept my soliloquies close to the bone
Wrote your name on a scrap of paper and
Scrunched it up tight in my hand
Kept your scent hidden in a shirt under the sink

You are maths and history in plain English
And unravel only into tangles
Light travelling at the speed of sound
Or so I have led myself to believe

A third middle name would have surely driven me t'wards insanity
Though I doubt you know my first
Doubt you know my name

End