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
each morning

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.