Sunday, August 8, 2010

Cicada after dark

Cicada, shrill and droning, after dark
Transparent, as his wings do hark.

I to vibrate after you,
my love, after dark.

To hear the flutter of your beat,
the meaning, and the passion,
desire, and the heat.

Upon the countries, warm you rest,
as do I, my sweethearts breast - her bliss.
Her heart, her passion, and her kiss.

My heart, like wings, transparent to.
I shrill and drone, not unlike you.

Reminds me once, when we were two.
The passion, and the heat, like you.

Transparent as yours wings did hark,
the flutters and the sparks.

I vibrate after her like you,
upon the midnight dark.

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