Poem ending with a line by Maggie Nelson

From here, the sound of you

swings left; my heart

wants you first and I

shadow. The day

we met, she kissed

you and I became her.

From then, the sound of you

was the ocean, the timbre

of waves lapping golden.

And you were my

missing skin and what

I know: when I met you,

a blue rush began.