Burnt River 

by Lindsay Smail

I find our parting unimaginable—
river of rusted shallows, smoke green deeps,
smooth liquor of softest wet.
I try to keep some distance,
be content with just your sound.
I want to let you miss me,
but I am drunk with love,
sodden-haired with reckless desire,
convinced I will come again—
accompanied. I will know you,
lie beside you, slip through your
liquid glass, bring a thousand offerings to
float between your banks. I will come, a newfound
body, fresh of skin, flesh of love.

— from Juniper Volume 1, Issue 1