Chicano Poet

Monday, May 02, 2005

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.


At 4:09 PM, Blogger didi said...

Oh- this one is very nice.


At 7:22 PM, Blogger desert flower said...

This makes me think of a line in a song: "vale mas un año tardio que un siglo vacio amor."

Excuse me for not being able to think of the words in English. Sometimes the years don't seem like much once we are where we always wanted to be. Even if I only get to be there for a brief moment and my life came to an end, at least it could be said of me that I found "it." Know what I mean?

At 1:16 AM, Blogger chris said...

totally agreed. wonderful poem.

chris murray

At 11:18 AM, Blogger RC said...

This poem is a true story with of course a little poetic fiction added to it.We found each other again after she found my blog by googling.


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