Love is like a bug bite

On a totally personal note, I HATE MOSQUITO BITES and I can’t believe I wrote a love poem out of this itchy mess.

It reddens with the insatiable
guilty pleasure; dexterous fingertips
brushing repeatedly against
the mosquito-kiss, both caught
and liberated, my freedom and
sweet imprisonment: surrender,
to the bug of love

 

 

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