Love and Lagniappe
This is how easily two stiff souls can learn to bend,
And pivot around the mulberry times
Like dancers, defining their time and space.
I find my portion has mingled with your portion,
Losing nothing in the exchange,
And leaving all doubt in its wake.
This is how perfectly two wounded birds can learn to sing,
And sweep away the ghosts of the hunters
With authority, not wanting for anything,
I find my journey has intersected with your journey,
Losing no ground in the meeting,
And abandoning all fear in the flight.
You are, in word and in spirit, my certain Ballerina,
And I celebrate our dance every day.
