Cicada Songs

Cicada song
Do not test yourself here
Don’t break yourself against this shore.
I have my feet firmly planted,
My hands fingering the key –

I have journeyed through the first flame
To return a little singed,
But bored.

I had married well –
3 times in all.
I learned the lessons
The soft breast best consumed by a wicked mouth.

Mirrored moon,
Rumors & Truth
Peek from the corners
With spider’s wet trails
Leaving behind the stories.

I am the beggar outside the gates
Purposely fractured,
Always dependable but never available –

Like flickering wings.