Sirens, no legend

Feeling too weak 
ten years
I didn't look at any woman
until this spring I started noticing 
eyes gazing 
from behind counters 
or battlements of husbands 
and condominiums.

When going home one night,
I heard mosquitos buzz
they heard me moaning:
What do you want from me? 

A monk's life
is more economical on blood.

2010-06-06