The Locust of Summer 

I went looking for warmth 
on a hot summer day
and found it in
the circling 
of your arms…

like the sound of a locust, 
the busy buzz
frenzied my soul 
my senses consumed 
by your noise

then swarming in
you gleaned your way thru
picking each limb clean
til at last you settled in ... 
migrating in my heart

By Sharon Frye