With hands against my ears I have
named you sonic
boom, I have named you
Doppler and scream and electric guitar.
In rage I have named you ghost
and pillow and thorn.
I have named you with the taste
of blood in my mouth, breath
rasping, heart pounding
wild rhythms in my heaving chest.
I have named you daughter
of wind, I have named you serpent
and mountain spring, I have named
you flesh and berries and dark
tang of ocean crashing against rock.
I have named you apple, I have called
you white fruit and sucked out the poison
of your name, spit tiny black seeds
back down heaving wells of earth.
I have named you fire and cold
I have named you and pushed you
into the deep, into my most bitter dream.
I have named you rust and ice and I have
felt your iron surface on my bleeding palm.