The Cicada Girl

for RF

The cicada girl comes around
once every twenty years,
in the hot sun,

in a white see-through dress,
in the country,
in the cities,

sensuous long hair
blowing in the wind
like magic sprinkles

transforming me
into a hungry lover,
blood pumping like the sun,

the sun misshapen
in the heat of the moment.
The cicada girl comes around

once every twenty years.
Her wings rub together like thighs
in my mind.

Twenty years is so meaningless
now that my cicada girl
is back again.