Mosquito (Love Poem)
Like a still small voice in an empty room,
The quiet nightmare of my lonely bed intrudes,
Remembering our togethers, now so far away,
Staring into the darkness at a hungry mosquito,
My endless hunger that only you can assuage,
His endless hunger a bloody angry morning itch
Absence makes the heart grow fonder methinks.
poem by Ian Beckett
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