Enraptured

Enraptured
My love is a child crying,
reluctant to leave your arms,
I leave it to you forever--
you are my chosen one.
You are my chosen one, more tempered by winds than thin trees in the south,
a hazel in August;
as a great bakery.
You have an earth heart
but your hands are from heaven.
You are red and spicy,
you are white and salty
like pickled onions,
you are a laughing piano
with every human note;
and music runs over me
from your eyelashes and your hair.
I wallow in your gold shadow,
I'm enchanted by your ears
as though I had seen them before
in underwater coral.