Brain Cricketings

There are crickets snapping in my brain

& you cant hear them

I describe them to you but sometimes

you can only see their legs.

You dont notice that I am not here.

and you dont love the mystery of where I belong to - the earth

I belong to a skin & this mud on my feet is me too

And that cricket clicks his tongue with beautiful menace.

You put your ear to my head and hear

nothing,

but the beetles inside your own head

and I can see their faces

but they never look at mine.

Love is a word said too often

from the lips of others
but with you its real.