- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Night Noise
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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
- COMMENTS
doormouseover 19 years ago"to chill my emotion
and still the voices"
That's the only line I didn't understand, where the entire poem was focused on noises made. I read it twice, maybe I need a third read, sorry.
I loved the subtle words you use, like 'rubbing legs'.
Still a great read, thanks. ;-)
flyguy69over 19 years agoWhat a maddening image- her incessant whine for attention. Jesus, Honey, it's 5:00 in the morning!
Fun poem, TT2U!
Biologist alert: you must mean crickets-- cicadas are afternoon/evening singers, and they don't use their legs!
Anonymousover 19 years agoI have bullfrogs in my backyard that do the same thing, but I wish for early monsoons ;)
jd4georgeover 19 years ago...is the sanity found. The last line made me quietly smile. An open musing here, but I gotta ask: What's with the recent flurry of "cicadas" I hear in so many poems of late? Is it simply a cycle, like the colors everywhere?
At this rate, it's an image I'm going to have to scratrch off my list.
This is a good read, TT!
