The longest half-life is in parentheses
The murmur of rain in your name,
a cobalt hour breathing it in.
Like the sky, the one you unfold
a blue for each beat of my heart, each
measured moment of stillness.
I never told you
that I love the periodic table:
halogens & noble gases, post transition metals–
All the unknowns.
And Latin, if it’s sung a capella.
And morning light that cleaves to the shadows,
Like you, my undoing, my undone.