Mosquito Love
I love and respect you.
Honestly, I do.
From youth to adulthood we’ve known each other.
Not in just a friendly way.
But much deeper.
And don’t you remember?
When you took my blood and eagerly consumed it.
Like a tired dog does water after playing in the sultry, summer heat.
That day we transcended from friends to kin.
In some ways, I don’t understand.
What is so special about me that you like?
Every time I go outside you are always waiting.
Ready to greet me.
Never in a head nod, handwave kind of way.
But always in a flesh to flesh, intimate kind of way.
Like the suffocating, long hugs from grandma as a child.
Many times I protest at the way you demonstrate your love.
But you never seem to listen.
However, this time I’m serious.
Very serious.
I would rather you show your love to me in a different manner.
Is that too much to ask?
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