Mosquito Bite
The mosquito bite:
A raised vault that sat proudly on my toe
And marked the close
Of a summer filled with love.
Friction on the skin
Drew blood to a heart
That stung when it burst
And opened as a butterfly.
Ankles torn.
The cat's claw.
That lacerated and healed so fast,
You gave me your heart.
Like the mosquito, his bite,
Intoxicating, hazy, conspicuous.
I brought both back
To place with my stash
Of endorsements.
A story, a memory, a beacon of hope.
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