Mosquito

Go away needle pinching ones,
hide and go seekers, flying slippers
curtain huggers and skin burners
hungry dressed in suits of grey and
silver, find us at night on our porches
wait for our bare, gentle skin
bleeding us creeping by us,
hiding in the unmarked shadow
clouds of rain blowing more pain
Subtle quiet and daring charm
Swatting all that comes near
forgive me my Dear.