Your two syllables
swirl upon each other like strawberries and cream,

I speak it. There is drool chasing my chin.
Talking to yourself is mostly talking to your
two separate halves, or the two girls you’ve loved.

In there, there is you
but mostly it is our two halves of you
and how your name’s the same but can be divided.

Oh my love, my sweetheart, my strawberry touch
the part of you that is mine is so beautiful
                              it has filled my whole heart.