Mosquito Bites

Your kisses
are mosquito bites.

They well up,
red mad welts
on my skin,
dots of precious fire.

I itch for them.

I want to scratch them
until they scar over
so they’ll never leave
my body.

This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
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