I never heard the sound of it
but when I listened to you speak
and then it was my only truth:
I could not look away from you

I watched your lips adopt its form
your tongue reshape itself to fit
around the thing between your teeth
as liquid and as light will do

I mapped it out from north to south
and east to west between my hands
I traced it with my fingertips
this alien, this fledged cuckoo

I would not change the form a bit:
the shape of my name in your mouth



Trying on a bref double for