From “Mojave Ghost” [An olivine moon. The sum of what]

An olivine moon. The sum of what
he knows of her is balanced 
on what he doesn’t know.  

Came home early and caught her
singing in the shower.  

His insides stirred as though, for lunch,
he’d eaten sardines and a parrot.  

The covenant and affirmation of being
his beloved’s beloved.  

But the true explanation of an intimacy
is the duration of that intimacy. 

Like an evening coming alive  
with fireflies, he feels himself  
pulsing from vivid amber to green.