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