The Crickets and Her

the lullabies

of the many crickets outside
who can't seem to sing themselves to sleep

they scream ruthlessly,
chirping

twittering 
singing
cheeping and

peeping through 

champagne and wasabi Paihia grass

as her and I

-we slide into bed together.

in Paihia the wind rains down

from the star-saturated sky

with twinkles
 tatters and

invisible snowflakes, girl it's cold tonight

and all we can hear

are the crickets in the solitary valley

with the moonlight

snoring soundly on our duvet

I don't,
but she drowses and

 lets out a toneless whistle;

that fingers a yearning melody

along my heartstrings

 her attic is closed for the night

but not the staircase

that leads me to her rooted river

she rolls over, to kiss the wall

and through her dark

wavy charcoal hair

I see her shoulders
rise
          and
                  fall

like my earthquake maintenance

she rolls over again, to
watch me behind

closed eyes, her lips unlatched as

she lets out a doze-ridden purr

that bends into a gentle moan

like an ocean's rush and gush of waves

creaming the tanned sand

and

she takes it in through her mouth

all of it, until she releases

an uttered groan, like

the creak of a safe door

that hides treasures beyond

a mortal's worth

her

stainless face

now contorted into

a dream's sneer of steel

I hold no fear for

the glistening 

fangs of lust that

have morphed themselves

into my mind, she breathes 

againagain

she does, and I do

but

with a submissive sigh that

matches her wardrobe

of fitting murmurs

I drift....

and I dream of her

inside of her

next to her

in the bach with her

in love with her

at last with her

feeling her

 I wake up 

next to her

to find the crickets have fallen asleep.

 

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

First off I love the form... Defiantly a sucker for unusual forms. Now the crickets.. I really like how you started with them and ended with them. This really set the tone for me. I could really hear them screaming and then as the poem progressed they lightened up and then with the ending. Awesome well written work.

[MoriartyMesa]

Must agree with Michael G, the font coloring, flow and breaking at the end, was nice.

Good job

[Michael G.]

I like your use of font and color. It adds a nice touch to the end of the poem.
Beautiful, wonderful flow and content.
Envious love... well done.