Somewhere Out There

Somewhere out there -
above my sleepy eyes
a mosquito is hovering
waiting for a chance to dine.

As it moves closer
I sense know how deeply
it wants me.

However
I'm not in the mood
for compulsive dependency.

As it approaches
my soft, warm, naked flesh
there is a thunderous clap

[silence]

Wiping my hands
against a pillowcase
I mutter to myself,
"I detest one-way romance."


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