Oh, to be a flea upon my lover's flesh,
I'd land softly upon your neck and there
I'd kiss you sweetly,
Taste your sweat,
Smell your sweet scent.
Our illicit love affair would be for only us
As I lay hidden, quietly, in your silken strands.
Then, once your blood had crossed my lips,
You would be one with me, and I with you.
And no matter where my travels took me,
No matter how many lovers you would come to have,
You would always be with me.
And perhaps, one day,
You would brush your fingers upon the place
Where I had once secretly made you mine
And you would remember me,
If only for a moment.