Insect Love

You love me, like a wasp.

You keep me down, under your buzzing belly,

breaking, stinging.

I’ll take the pain, you stripy man,

what shade are you today,

parasite?

I’ll spin a web, and trap us both, before you’ll fly

away.

Don’t glance at the sky, the clouds, the stars.

Look me in my many eyes and say:

‘today I’m grounded.’

Forget about your kind, let me wrap you up.

I’ll wrap you tight. Set you aside,

for a day of wet weather.

 

Yet I can’t dislodge this craving;

under your sticky blanket

those undulating wings.

 

Jenny Gray