30 March 2008

Sleeping Demons

Mosquito dreams on
infant wings, unsteady
hovering, erratic flight,
each night bears
ephemeral scars
of passion fleeting.

Brightness aired
in tunes of love
wears shadows thin,
minute shrieks
sing passage close
before the strike.

Aroused
to after-dream’s
dissembler dulled,
silent itching urging
scratch to wake the
sleeping demons.
© 31 January 2008, I. D. Carswell