a love poem for a brackish body of water

O lovely river of tears,
your crocodiles have grown
long and fat on your
plenty of small fish.
Your mangroves have leafed
green through the parched
summers of dread.
How like you are to
my blood; how you
taste of it.
How you called to me
in my dreams when
I was nowhere near
and I woke
crying for you.