Middle of the Night

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the drone of summer bugs,  
millions of them; a chant, a mantra  
of small tremors shivering the warm air  
 
in the middle of the night  
it hangs heavy      
from the eaves above the windows  
 
my head throbs with visions of you  
as I toss and turn  
in my naked half-awareness  
 
dampness circles my neck,  
it runs down the valley  
between my breasts  
 
sweat pearls on the gentle slope  
where my backbone ends  
at foothills and tan lines  
 
air hissing from the flutter of  
powdered wings, eyes within eyes  
survey multiple moonscapes  
 
a stillness descends, a displacement  
a hush of breath  
cools the nectar on my fingers  
 
distracting me just long enough  
to halt the rise of my fever,  
to tilt an odd angle into sleep    
   
   
© 2015 Jade Pandora  
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