Silent,deadly dengue, like a night of black fear
Closing in, homing in, getting near
On her flight path, past exhaled breath of our union
Of my body & blood, her communion
Resting on the unconscious sweated flesh
Sucking brandy-blood, to fly intoxicated with fresh
Supply to nourish her off-springs
Licking my blood, pruning her sticky wings
© Harry Mills
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