make love to me,
sink into my flesh.
remind me what it is to feel, to be alive.
how many times in my fear of love
have i shunned you, shut you out?
how many times in my busy mind have i violently
and mercilessly attacked your attempts to connect?
but my love, tonight is a night of passion
of tenderness, of full embrace.
your kiss lingers long after you have gone,
but i know you will come again.
and again, once more under the sentient stars
wrapped beneath the cold blanket of night,
will you sink into my pulsing veins,
pulling my life blood into your fiery belly,
to nourish the seed of life which pulses and breathes
pulses and grows within us all.
sink your needle into my skin.
give me your medicine.
fiery, intimate, and subtler than the sea
is the love between mosquito and me.