Twist

I find you impossibly kind.
And to me it seemed at first a ruse.
But now dissected, tested, tried–
I find to be the truth.

This voice can wrap me like wire.
Tie me as it's hostage.
But to be it's servant is my desire.

I awake unknowing where I am–
But who I am.
All the unfamiliar tones become my home.

The feel of a cotton-soft wrap-around-the-skin-on-skin blanketed embrace.
Speaking loudly as it feels.
Not all demands carved in the table.
Some worn away by another.
In a certain context by rubbing lead on paper
I rediscover.

We say ten hundred times,
"There are stars in your eyes."
And luckily both voices resound.
In a major key.
Twisting in harmony.