royness ( ' ' )


She comes to me
in the early evening twilight
drawn by breath or scent -

with the merest of touches
she rests her fragile body upon me
pressing her eager mouth to my flesh

and delicately, with practised skill
she slides in her spiny needle
drawing the blood from a vein in my arm.

I watch as she drinks of me,
growing heavy and swollen –
I give myself willingly

and thus, I do not bleed
she leaves not a mark where she fed
softly withdrawing from me

as I, the great provider
offer up my body to the night -

feed, dear insects
drink of me -
my blood is surely thine.

Poem Submitted: Monday, August 28, 2006
Poem Edited: Saturday, August 28, 2010

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  • Brian JaniBrian Jani (6/27/2014 4:58:00 PM)

    Nicely done, i hate mosquitoes like every one else, .

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  • Preeti - is here! (9/18/2006 9:52:00 AM)

    this is haunting, and you don't shoo her away?


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