a nymph emerging from the wooded floor
the xylem feast eaten square to its fill
in years of waiting to emerge the more
insouciant, wings unfold about its will
it’s molted youth, decoy exuviae
makes room for muscles to contract, express
its newest longing, in a song conveyed
which every tree and heat itself buttress
the electric hum of love that can’t help
but sound, attracts the searching quiet sex
it’s finals moons of life in heedless self
echoes the aching heart of the tettix
in every summers throws with ceaseless breath
that love so boundless persists til death