Monday 4 February 2013

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 


4 comments:

  1. Pity I wasn't there with you Gwil - a mosquite will make for me at five miles - I am a magnet.

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  2. They do say they mostly go for people with sweet blood ;)

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