The crickets are harder to hear now- It is not the thought of you that Push my hair back from my face. What do you crave? I want to see your eyes Endear my body as it Ann Pedone To view more of their work click below.
Crickets
September turning into October.
And I lie awake
Turning away from the pillow-my head
Drifts slowly into the night.
Keeps me awake-
But your hands
As they climb my back
Looking for a spot to rest between my shoulder blades.
Your fingers move as
Moths
Flickering against the window.
I remember last year that they seemed to appear in the few weeks after the
crickets-
Not grasshoppers-
Had fallen silent.
Dark and deep as they
Sink into the night-
Grace notes of
A lady’s song
Sung-a song
Suspended in me.
Moves with you
Loved as surrender
Under the blankets-an unforeseen delight-ardent-
Weaves a trail of sleep for me to follow.About the Author
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