Night Noise

In the soft silence of the summer night
when only the insistent chirping of cicadas
refuses to cease,
I hear you whispering to me
in the rubbing of legs,
the friction of longing loins
pulsing out a message

Even pre-dawn's cool
does not calm their ardor
or mine

The constant whirring
sets me spinning in eddies
of cold sweat and seething want,
races my heartbeat
shivers my spine

I pull the covers
Bury my head beneath the pillows
Pray for quiet and peace,
the first freeze of winter
to chill my emotion
and still the voices