You have always been
The lucky one
Careless eyes
And laughter free
She dances
Stages from sidewalks
And park benches become pedestals
Movement
The fluidity of time transfixed upon
Features
Could have carved from marble,
The flush of perfection
Humanity is not as kind
Brilliance unaided,
Long fingered elegance
As the concerto emits,
Your soul for a song
And the careful precision
Arithmancy . . . a chemist’s touch
You have always been
the blessed one,
child of the gods,
spilt wine upon the altar of your youth
and we are dancing,
the imperfection of my walk
beside you
startles
my black to your white,
night to day, daylight to midnight
you have always been
the perfect one
. . . . it seems you always will