Love poem about people elsewhere

ZEO

A new eve,

the first of many with you.

Counting my blessings

and the crispness.

Yellow the moon,

like a citrus disc

fixed above us -

sour as anything -

hung on your tongue

with all the fresh promise of

the coming year.

I am from nowhere

I am from anywhere

from somewhere called the underbelow.

I am a man crazed

I am the thief of a boy,

he the thief of the radiance

of the moon’s eye - 

that bulbous orb of the night sky,

a friend waiting between dark folds.

Did you find me or

find your way back to me?

Golden, rare,

marbled as water and oil,

we seem a set, a pair.

Should I lose you,

I can wander as far as I need

to come home to you.

I will thunder up the great mountains

and cascade the valleys,

sing at every high and low place.

I’ll tell it on the tongues of animals

and the wind.

And I know you’ll hear me,

just as you hear me now,

right beside you as I am

and as I will be.