The Buzz of a mosquito

Is the sound of something trying to be quiet ,
With a motive ...

to **** your blood
.
It's Impossible to sleep now,
so I Turn on every light .

This poem could go on --

About bugs being attracted to light,
Especially bugs that I don't like.

The slow reach for the tee shirt to roll up-
The satisfying snap, with a primal yell-

Blood on the wall
Lingering guilt after it all,

After a  breath,
I click the lamp off,
and tuck into my warm covers,
My blankie's so soft!
expecting to enjoy such a peaceful rest,

But sensing weight,
Sitting on my chest...
The mosquito thirsty for my blood,
Somehow had took my best..

it's tiny buzz of life nowhere
Within this newfound silence!
One can hardly sleep
Amidst the saddening absence.


-Hayleo Liz

Immediately shopping for mosquito net

Magnetized, re-energized.
Memorized
the sound of your laugh.
You were
Living below the ghost of my past,
Repairing the cracks
and holes punched into soft walls surrounding what was
once a home.
{Could my heart be inhabitable again?}

The vibration of my Voice grows clearer & stronger when you're beside me

I think with more clarity,
I speak with more certainty.

feel an aliveness within the silence that we share.

I never want to miss you, I always want you near.

I feel a calm strength within you.
An iceberg, reaching
depths beneath
the surface inconceivable.
I feed the fire -
that brings summer back ---
Warm the ice with my hands.
(Melt! Release ! From a frozen trap)
...  Snow
Floods down the mountains as a rainbow
Flow
Let go
You know
You've got my soul.


I feel
your smile without opening my eyes.

Let's spend some time
Looking at what we've found
Learn to help each other unwind
Let go of Mind
And just listen to the sound
Of the not so distant waves
Watch the signs sail on by
Only we decide
which option to follow.
What's it all mean,
Love's great mystery.
What it means to you,
what does that mean to me? .
.

-Hayleo Liz