Katydid lover, your ******* form slips nightly into my bed, rubbing my limbs with a love song. A waterlily corolla my pillow, and you, the charm of a colibris, drinking from my *******. You lift my gown of gauzy film, my wings emerging from webbed sleeves, spider legs from mist-net stockings. Then, suddenly, weβre together, held in this sticky, perfumed cloud, hoping the rain will never wash us apart.