The Bloodletter

Come closer seducer of the night
with your bright-fire eyes
and lips of rouge
fingertips that play across
the skin with a pianist’s touch
and cold breath that still whispers
warming promises —
I have a darkness you can fill.

Vampiric

Red lips speak seduction,
Caresses soft as eider.
Hither comes your victim —
Willing as the last.

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This is the harsh truth, I’ll sugarcoat it none

Games of luck and games of chance
Flying a kite on a warm summer’s day
Are wonderful, stress-free pastimes
Those childhood modes of play.
But do not think to tinker with my heart
To take it apart and wait until I erect it again
Do not mistake an emphatic “NO” for a start
And resume those cruelest forms of trickery.
That façade that proclaims kindness is false
That smile only searches for a new toy to break
Like a self-deluded hero
You mistake a friend as a vampire to stake.
And though I loved you, and showed myself true
I love myself more, than to be treated so by you.

Vampire

A Nightmare roosts on the bed post
Its sickle-shaped wings folded in repose
Waiting for evening to draw its curtain
And the sleeper to lay her head