Next thing, I reflect

   -  - - -  a mosquito (or something) IS

AT LARGE 

in the room 

how IT sings in my ear

in passing

zeeee- -- eeee ---yee!  yippie aye o!

and

re-passing

between long silences

And yet how strange 

and devious

the false castrato song 

for it is the bearer of the next disease 

and other ill tidings

- - - now only ONE in the room! 

(a far as I know)

If so it's enough

  

One hot kiss on the tip of my nose 

Too Late

I waft no tangible air 

her waltz goes on 

 my elbow

my toe

 my brow 

for now I know -
 it is a she 

the male drinks not of my life blood

at last I can stand her no more 

I crawl from the bed 

 drag her heat   

to the bathroom 

 where I stare in the glass 

at one point

now inflamed
glowing red on the wall