Sep 14, 2006 01:46
There is a mosquito drifting
slowly
slowly down
down
down
the wall.
Black spindly legs
leaning carefully
brushing softly
romantic dance
with whitewashed walls
innocent pure.
I let her slip
along the wall and behind
the bed.
Tonight, I do not want
to taint the walls with
the red of my own
blood.
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you are thought of.
fond wishes and thoughts are drifting over the continent and oceans and island towards you.
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