Mosquitoes

I haven’t been bitten by these mosquitoes in a while.
These mosquitoes which buzz noisily near your ear,
And hover ominously above your head,
Which make you break that comfortable position you had assumed,
To scratch your ankle, to rid it of the annoying itch.

These mosquitoes which come out only at night,
Like our deepest secrets,
Which pour out of our crevices,
Into the deceptive safety of the dark,
Under the blanket of a thick silence,
And buzz noisily in our heads,
And hover ominously near the ears,
Of the people we trust,
Waiting for the judgement to be passed,
And the gates of heaven or hell to open.
For the comfort you have assumed with those people,
To be shattered or reinforced.

I haven’t been bitten by these mosquitoes in a while.
These mosquitoes have preferences.
Which suck blood from one while leaving the other in peace,
Which make one of the two people want to leave,
While the other is left confused as to what did displease.

These mosquitoes which come out only at night,
When we share the darkness,
And we share our warmth with each other,
Until there is no warmth left inside one of us.
And with that last bit of warmth siphoned off,
The darkness starts closing in,
It starts to suffocate the light inside,
But nothing can be shared with one light snuffed out.
And so the two become ones, and try to reignite the light inside alone.
The darkness attacks selectively,
But pain attacks universally.

I haven’t been bitten by these mosquitoes in a while.
These mosquitoes which cause pain,
And still like Donne’s flea, are the only memories that remain,
Of the times our blood mingled together.
When our blood was hot, and promises were only words.
These mosquitoes don’t remind me of the pain,
But only of the warmth which we shared.
They bring out the romantic in me,
As I remember, not the regrets, but the times that were good.

So as I sit on the cold floor,
In the darkness of this night,
With a friend and an opened bottle,
Of emotions and memories,
I let these mosquitoes bite me,
Because the sting is conducive to life.