Do not desire what you do not need.



Desired or not,
needed or not,
desire is a need —

that arrow shooting
from Eros’s bow
arriving unexpectedly
out of the blue
as a finger touch gently
to the jugular
where, neck borne,
a mosquito has just pricked
now smashed on skin
with heat and blood
from which (quite possibly)
never to recover.


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