It begins with an itch
then another and another–
those screaming red eruptions
on arms legs and unmentionables
(Isn’t life a bitch!)
the tell-tale sign of corruption–
bloodstains on your pillow
the viscous film of wet dream
on your shrinking fitted sheets
Who are they? these creeps
these mites small flat parasites big appetites
that live in dark places alleyways hidden spaces
who feed off you in excess
before they retire to the comfort of your bed
where they enjoy easy access Yum
while you lay sleeping?
These creeping encasements of excrement
that gorge themselves on pleasure
Nightcrawlers who dig for buried treasure
who can survive several months
without a bloodmeal in increments and in leisure
But then you were always on the menu
Paris is plagued with bedbugs red bugs
Menu à la carte Men you can’t get rid of
Some who once lived in your heart
in between the cracks
who live on their backs and off your flesh
who live for your sex…
sometimes your Ex!
Bloodsuckers who return nightly
Where do they come from?
these scammers-go-lightly
these addicts who bug you who bite you
over and over
Engaging mites soundbites
hi dear hi dear hi dear
can I call you can I call you can I call you
now? Now? Now?
Can I come? I mean…can I come over?
Over and over–
pesky pests
who want what they want
who can’t take NO for an answer
who like a fly buzzing incessant
Reddy kilowatted
can’t hear a word you say
until they are finally swatted
Always
I am dressed to kill
Kills bugs dead
I take no prisoners
I will annihilate you in the end
with just one look (I wrote the book!)
But why must I always start from scratch–
that human itch–handled with kid gloves
the sore that never heals or mends
a love-bite a sound-bite a parasite
Paris site that all too familiar need–
Ahhhh…to be loved to be loved to be loved
Pesty men like cock–roaches
may outlive us all
they will eat you for lunch
live inside your head
reinvent the dead
But those of us
(if we know what’s good for us)
will leave our own red mark
that kiss-off
before that fatal crunch
that disappears into the sting of dark
Love never goes unsaid