I have belonged to you since the beginning of time.—Mina Loy
and moonlight shards the back yard,
dances between limbs just fledging.
You are the bright coin at the bottom of the well,
the wish that came true—
cello notes that linger after the leaping flute fades,
your voice a song in my veins.
It is you who fills me with courage,
the steady pulse when Iím afraid.
You are double-mellow on my tongue,
just breathing you is lightning on a nail.
Go to your happy place, she said,
and once again I stared into your eyes,
a wayward wind tickling the chimes,
returning home—always to you.
by KB Ballentine