To be called

The words that you say
                                    They bathe
 In
      My
 Mouth.
            You love me.
 I am of steel.
                      Volatile flight.
 Between galleries of pines,
                          I am a serpent of pens,
           Rain and wind: summer.
 Maddened winter,
                          Gas spectrum,
        Gall and savage snows,
 In the roofs I am reborn.
          You love me.