Bizarre voices have called
to me, a   million    times
and unfolding;
Yet I only like the way you say my name.
My name: anything but special—
Your mouth opens and it spills
Gold.
With so much
heartiness it bends
like water, suddenly
it’s a different mouth.
A different name.
Echoing               as it holds us in tandem.
Since then I have moulded to you like
Wax. In some other space,
Two circling swans,
Two intertwining souls—
We’ve always been the same.
Call to me again and I’m completely
fragmented,
formed to the palm of your hands.