What Is Your Name? Hold out your hand and let me look at the furrows and dark caverns Etched from your days of toil and worries. Let me dive fearless through your eyes Past the reflections you pretend are real and into the void of the dank basement you hide. Open your mouth and let me kiss the softness buried below the memories of concrete walls, Built from the pain of a father’s stings and a lover’s ghost. Do all this, Then I will know your name.