Cicadas no. 2

[Wjames]

Cicadas no. 2

Born inside the ancient flow
of skin-tight summer’s 
ancient scripture 
we sing a drill down song,
our invisible longing for light
lost to the mirror of  the sun.
We traverse the strewn net
of trees signaling the breeze
to souls below us who wander
listening as our music
pulls them into the orbit of heat.

This poem oozes sex in a beautiful, subtle way. 

The metaphor is sweating in the dirt of a wet forest - perfectly visceral.

The one thing that made me stumble - it felt like there should be a comma to pause after 'ancient scripture', but that sort of makes me want to get rid of the comma after 'drill down song' in order to maintain the rhyhtm.

To my read, this formatting would be nicer:

Born inside the ancient flow
of skin tight summer's
ancient scripture,
we sing a drill down song
longing for invisible light
lost to the sun's mirror.

It is irrelevant, though - the poem is beautiful.