i've always been allergic to mosquitoes
they love me so much
i must have a precious blood type, i suppose
i step out in the summertime for a few seconds and i return with bumps on my skin
i scratch and i scratch but the itch is never satiated
honey, you are the mosquito
you infected me with your intoxicating breath
and i couldn't breathe
i scratch and i scratch
but it is never enough
i can never get enough of you,
mosquito
YOU ARE READING
oh honey.
Poetryi knew from the start that you were a work of priceless art and i would sell my soul to have you.
