Lyrics

Mosquito, in raag Madhuvanti

She will find her way
to that small open spot of your soft skin
floating and flouncing through the air
like the fluff of wind blown seeds

Against her we have only our body hair
to make us aware of her approach
and the buzz of her whirring wings.
She will hover and feint / withdraw then dip
to easily escape that inept slap

How she can lock down upon you
a phlebotomist scrutinizing skin
inspector of your pores
proboscis pressing the spongy flesh
delicate needle probing for blood

Somehow she has slipped in
to alight and sip her fill of your vital fluid
leave you with swollen tender redness
vampire ache