Cicadas
When the moon touches
the slope of your back,
I hear the rush of the
leaves on the wind.
I hear the static from
the TV crackling in my ears.
I hear houses settle and
the warmth from the heater
settles in my bones.
I feel home.
The curves roll and
run and breathe and
are so alive.
They hold me close and
the breath I release
is a whispered sigh.
I feel taken.
Because you slinked into
my life and spoke your
name in my ear while I slept.
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Primarily personal/intimate relationship experience with minimal abstraction
Multiple sensory ideas layered densely; moderate pacing with cumulative effect
Predominantly positive sensuality and intimacy; 'home' and 'taken' suggest satisfaction
Active verbs (slinked, slept, breathe, roll) create kinetic momentum throughout
Approximately 13-14 lines; falls within 7-15 range
Rich sensory imagery, personification (curves breathe), metaphor (home as feeling)
Pure lyric first-person internal voice; intimate, introspective sensibility
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