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[adrenna]

A summer night
down below the Mason Dixon
where frogs croon their ribbed lust
and the sound of birds new to the moon
cry out in need
sending out their caretakers in panicked flight
The air slides around naked skin
dampening hair and necks and cleavage
dulling breathing
causing moment to be slowed
like the summer molasses being poured out of the jar

An awakening breeze
stirring stems and branches
silencing the world
time stops
pausing... listening
Anticipation
of foe easing between blades and darkened greenery
Need overwhelms fear
a croak of lust
a bit of cricket friction