Sweeping symphonies of cicadas
escape her parted lips.
The rise and fall
whisper, then scream, of
summers passed.
Shadows falling horizontally –
Ants climbing ants climbing ants.
Parted pieces of soft flesh
dripping with lust.
They will dry up eventually.
This will end eventually.
Stampedes. Stampeding courageously.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
Sweeping symphonies of cicadas
escape her parted lips.
The rise and fall
whisper, then scream, of
summers passed.
Shadows falling horizontally –
Ants climbing ants climbing ants.
Parted pieces of soft flesh
dripping with lust.
They will dry up eventually.
This will end eventually.
Stampedes. Stampeding courageously.
