hunting in a pair of two.
Short of blood, I move away.
It’s amazing how they’d follow.
Never let me go. Never.
(What a companion, albeit a blood-sucking one,
we humans have, to evade loneliness!)
Too bad only the primitive desires,
which feeds on a solitary erection,
comes to my defense.
I slap my tiny little friend.
I hope it’s alive.