Poetics - Vampires

in silk and lace, she tempts
without the knowing look of a courtesan


as the one who lives in an empty wasteland,
her skin gleams of dusky plum, beckoning my touch


does she not know how self centered I am?  
how evil I can be, how even powerful I can become?


there are no roses on my coffin,
but wood gored from silkworms munching dark cavern


there are no candles on the walls,
but horns hacked from animals wandering in the night


my tongue twitches for the taste of her blood,
the smell of her thighs scented of her surrender


like amber, sandalwood and jasmine on my
hands, now gripping her arms with brute force  


“Drink from me and live forever."


her lips quiver with anticipation, of answers to questions
i do not tell her that all I have inside me is a can of worms  


her hands are greedy to slice open
my head in the heat of passion  


she is trading her idealism for eternity,
her wrinkled old face for this moment's dip into


the well of eternal awareness, my knowledge of the world
intoxicates her, power on her hands, she closes her eyes      


my sharp teeth breaks her skin, the crimson wetness  
trickles down her nape, summoning wild beast in my foreskin  


i don't tell her my secret, she will surely die
when she finally realizes the truth of life:




"There is none."




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:   Poetics: Vampires  - Thank you for the creative prompt, Blue Flute.  Inspiration from Anne Rice's quotes.  
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