Mosquito........................................15

As I whine, here,
how much I miss
your warm thoughts,
return countless times
to my hotmail account
to no avail -
it is over,
I see a mosquito hovver,
choosing my most likely vein.

I shoo it away, but back it comes,
lands on my knee.
Thoughtless,
I crush it to squashed filigree
of leg and wing.

Yet, I'm no better,
sucking from the flowing vein
which joined us,
replacing real life with verse:
swollen descriptions
which made you itch
with embarrassment.

You're more humane than me,
got up and left the room.
If I don't see you again
I've but myself to blame