Cicadas

I remember the cicadas
That sweetly sang by your window.
Summer nights were memorable
When we twined together in
Bedsheets and hurried to shut off the lights.
Sleepovers became permanent
After the kisses we shared tasted
like honeysuckle and mistletoe.
You used to caress me in the mornings,
The beam of sunlight kissing my skin
Golden, your eyes used to light up
Like you stuck gold, and it was once the best thing I had ever seen.