Lovelorn: Poem by Kate Merlin

Lovelorn

Violin voices rising on the breast
Of the night, crickets
Shouting, “here, I’m here, I’m
Here,” silvering the air
with their insistent little legs,
Ceaselessly ardent, primal angels
clamoring for their other half.

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