There was a wound
green as Gulf water with phosphorus coiling and uncoiling
on the surfaces of waves.
Thirty-seven years I heard its red mouth chanting my name
as a curse.
You were walking the river
the full moon unmoving in its current
when I saw your voice taking shape as rain.
When a woman is in love, her body is a river.
Her scent is taken up as breath into magnolia trees.
Radha is in love with Krishna.
From a hundred miles away she feels
his right eye open.