Such cunning
callously
Sated,
unable
you float
and I am left
you hold mosquito
numbing my attention, with
anesthetic power,
you alight on me, body
weightless as air;
you trespass
on soft flesh, suck
your fill of my life.
take drunken flight,
leaving me provoked
to snatch you
from the wafts of air,
in the blackness
with your victory;
itching.