Delphinium and oleander
oleander spritz, my love—
as irreverent as I make it sound
I did love you—I do love you
you that were the exoskeleton
of my eye and my reverence
You that taught my consecration
You that taught me to discern
star from fruitflesh, moon
from God, and held my
hands together in prayer, first
something something the swallows
fly northwards home, and your
collarbone divots deep like the
dip in my chest, like the dip
a kingfisher makes before catching
its prey, like my throat catches
before saying your name, like
your name catches before
my palms hit
the Earth.
The Tributary 