Screaming our whispers.
poetry the cicadas are screaming their song
"listen to me,
i am free
i am alive
i am brave"
they say.
loudly.
i am their audience.
quietly,
waiting for the rest of myself
to come home.
then,
we will hear the cicadas,
through walls of love.
singing us through
a hello kiss
tasting of--
smoke & candy &
so happy to be homes.
welcome velvet words,
conversations so full
they cover us like a
down comforter.
outside rapid-fire cicada chatter,
inside slowly, methodically
we weave our nightly nest.
of words and listenings,
sitting me on the floor writing.
you sitting in a chair working your
magic, talking on the phone.
there are dishes to be done, days
to prepare for.
right now.
i am your audience,
quietly.
so happy to be here
with the rest of myself,
whispering our anthem
"we are free
we are alive
we are brave."
Reader Comments (2)
love it <3
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