it\'s hard to breathe. when
mosquitoes sing. with their queen -
too heavy to fly
succulent dinner she had
benevolent me. on a platter of sleep
but she\'s damned noisy.
flapping wings. not alone -
fly by, fly in, fly on:
in endless berths. skin top base
like a 3D exploration -
these extreme dancers
fly-dancing on my skin.
their queen:
her\'s was majestic. focused.
sweet violin
she blew to my ears
my body her on-shore suckling
to her belly full; that
flip of hand. she got caught
my palm a canvass
of blood and death -
her death, my relief. but,
this nagging pain stays on.
headache,
of her making. sickness
of her calling - flip flap
of her wings. to her death,
of their queen.
it\'s hard to breathe. hard
to sleep, when mosquitoes fly -
when they dance as I sleep.