Your cicada heart

You are the silk
Of the daybreak sky


The night’s bruise fading


Summer is skintight 


The ceded shape
See-through and splitting


Watchful with
The shells of yesterday’s eyes


The husk of armoured life
No longer needed


Stretched autumn loose 


You ask, looking up
To see what I see
What is there left in the empty blue?


I feel the breath of wings


We drift far apart


As fast approaching winter afternoons