And the Crickets Outside the Window
December 6, 2007
mussed sheets
that smell
his sudden wanting
another season delirious
and egg-heavy
she says
I thought of you
but was tired
the unending scrape
of male wings
it’s easier to come
between
my own fingers
her unapologetic body
her articulating legs
he folds her to one side
dreams his way
into her
here we wait
this we call song
Categories: Insecta
Dana Guthrie Martin
qarrtsiluni 
That was good. Thank you.
Hi Dana,
Now this the erotic done well. sensual, tactile, real. Enjoyed this.
Great. Great. Great! I enjoyed this a lot and will have to read it again.
Can’t play the sound file. Is that normal?
No, it isn’t. It’s a Flash player, so make sure you have the latest version of Flash software. But if you click on the MP3 link, you should be able to play that on whatever your computer’s default audio player might be. If you can’t do this, you need to contact tech support.
I listened to that 3x. That’s an interesting piece. The indifference in your voice really drives home the point and highlights the message in the 5th paragraph. Very clever.
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I finally got my sound working and was happy to hear your voice doing this super poem! Congratulations, again!
Dana, you rock my world this Monday morning. Thanks for this.
I love this eroticism’s ability to draw us and the insects into one vibrating text! Go Dana!!
I keep coming back to this poem (why do I think I should have put an end break after “coming”?) so let me pause to compliment. It’s tight–bravo!
Lovely!