the chorus

the cicadas orchestrate

a song buried in 

my throat vibrates

in my chest

my brow sweats

my hands

my thighs

and i

inhale as their violins swell

exhale as they come to a whisper

               you belong here 

the earth, heaving

 flowing

 spinning

the sky’s never light, you know

it’s just the sun hitting it

we’re sitting by the ocean

embraced by the morning

air stuck to our skin, all

salt and dew and i

watch the tide step away — 

moonwalk —

and get lost,

wonder

inside,

water

pulling.