You wait for me
Night-veiled, intemperate sky
There's no mistaking glint in your eyes
nor your lips, shaped hungry as quarter moon
leaning carelessly against apple tree
But its not the apples, red & deadly
you are craving for
Not dripping white sap nor blistering roots
But raw flesh & wild
river ravaging my insides
You say you love me to forsake all else -
shallowed past, sun-brushed mornings, even anemic diet
But I know you
will choose me even if I'm a poisonous tree
Because without me
You'll grow old quickly
Strangled dry & wanting as autumn leaf
I'll tell you what is wild, tormented, slippery
cold, Here - take this pen
And stake it through my breast
My ink flows, not crossed with holy ghosts
But full of open wounds
wasted agony & bleeding for life
sentence, not eternal damnation
of feeding and unfeeding
How demanding you've become
Now now
Bare me your neck
curved warm veins, beating faster than a clock
You take me:
A cure, muse, lightning
the storm you dream about-
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - To Monster with Love
& D'verse Poets Pub - Wild Beasts -
Thanks for the visit ~ Happy Halloween ~
Night-veiled, intemperate sky
There's no mistaking glint in your eyes
nor your lips, shaped hungry as quarter moon
leaning carelessly against apple tree
But its not the apples, red & deadly
you are craving for
Not dripping white sap nor blistering roots
But raw flesh & wild
river ravaging my insides
You say you love me to forsake all else -
shallowed past, sun-brushed mornings, even anemic diet
But I know you
will choose me even if I'm a poisonous tree
Because without me
You'll grow old quickly
Strangled dry & wanting as autumn leaf
I'll tell you what is wild, tormented, slippery
cold, Here - take this pen
And stake it through my breast
My ink flows, not crossed with holy ghosts
But full of open wounds
wasted agony & bleeding for life
sentence, not eternal damnation
of feeding and unfeeding
How demanding you've become
Now now
Bare me your neck
curved warm veins, beating faster than a clock
You take me:
A cure, muse, lightning
the storm you dream about-
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - To Monster with Love
& D'verse Poets Pub - Wild Beasts -
Thanks for the visit ~ Happy Halloween ~
because without me you'll grow old quickly....
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ReplyDeleteNice one, very effective !
ReplyDelete"I know you/will choose me even if I'm a poisonous tree.."--that is an excellent line, Heaven, and the whole force of the poem lies in a tension of improbable possible and compulsion which I really like--also "..My ink flows, not crossed with holy ghosts/But full of open wounds .." One of my instant faves of yours.
ReplyDeleteSeductive at your sea and damn that big white space confused me lol
ReplyDeletenot sure how that happened...hopefully this comment won't leave a big blank space... :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Robert ~
DeleteBare me your neck
ReplyDeletecurved warm veins
Sounds macabre, true monster love! In line with the Halloween feel! Great write Grace!
Hank
is that how you kill a poet....a pen through the chest? smiles...
ReplyDeletethere is def something erotic to vampirism...always has been for me..
ha. great closing lines.
Happy Halloween Grace. I like the creepy tone of this, the sexiness and the wonderful line about the pen, the ink, the killing. Very creative.
ReplyDeleteErotic, sensual...love it!
ReplyDeleteSo good Heaven, have a Happy Halloween!
ReplyDeletethat last line, Heaven.... ~
ReplyDeletewhew...there's some heat in this... why do i want to be bitten by a vampire now... smiles...
ReplyDeletewhat a statement: you'll choose me even if i am a poisonous tree. that's some serious confidence, right there.
ReplyDeleteBeing a man, it has always bugged me that vampires prefer to bite nubile young women rather than boys; of course there are female Vamps that do like male plasma, and like in Polanski's PARDON ME, BUT YOUR TEETH ARE IN MY NECK, there are some gay vampires that prefer young boys; nice hot ride, thanks.
ReplyDeleteTerrifying... and beautiful. Sensuous and playful ... :-) Enjoyed the horror of it. Well-captured images of succubus/incubus.
ReplyDelete-HA
Now that's fauvist. Excellent work - your monsters morph to vampires and your words wind to poetry. Well done!!
ReplyDelete"you are craving for
ReplyDeleteNot dripping white sap nor blistering roots
But raw flesh & wild
river ravaging my insides"
Visual--and visceral. Very strong piece.
perfect poem for the day
ReplyDeleteVery sexy Grace.>KB
ReplyDeleteOh, this is creepysexycool. Just made up a new word there ;)
ReplyDeleteThey say that those under a vampire's spell willingly give themselves and all that pulses through them; and the bite itself is like an orgasmic release as spirit leaves body. Hmmmm...both scary and tempting at the same time! Well captured!
ReplyDeletethe storm you dream about
ReplyDeleteSimply delicious last line!
I shiver and shudder reading this...delicious!
ReplyDeleteSuperb! Love how you describe the seductive and alluring nature of the vampire.
ReplyDeletePerfect piece for today
ReplyDeleteDeliciously beastly--I really enjoyed the lips shaped like a quarter moon. Very well done!
ReplyDelete"I'll tell you what is wild, tormented, slippery
ReplyDeletecold ...." I am, "the storm you dream about."
The ink, the river, the blood, the crescent moon lips ...bewitching
but also eerily about the inside we, I, am afraid, sometimes to open to.
But what's the worst the at could happen? In my root is the end?
intense! I liked it.
ReplyDeleteWell, I was quite drawn in with the beginning... so powerfully described ..
ReplyDelete"My ink flows, not crossed with holy ghosts
But full of open wounds
wasted agony & bleeding for life
sentence"
Just so awesome! You just immersed yourself in thought and feeling and came up with a most amazing poem!
Very nice...as I tie up my hair and bare my neck...he he!
ReplyDeleteGreat, sensual, Halloween poem!
ReplyDeleteYowzers! That was totally and utterly COOL!
ReplyDeleteWish I can tell that to her - bare me your neck !
ReplyDeleteSuch great imagery, Grace. Well done! Have a wonderful weekend and as always, thank you!
ReplyDeleteYou gift us wonderfully vivid descriptors, excellent metaphors to mine, and a slow, hot tone to savor. This is very much in season, a ripe delight, with just the right amount of menace.
ReplyDeletelost my comment. Well, this is a better and more sensous take on the vampire theme. Lovely, sensual and intriging.
ReplyDeleteLady Nyo
wow!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful piece. Loved the imagery
ReplyDelete"But its not the apples, red & deadly
you are craving for
Not dripping white sap nor blistering roots
But raw flesh & wild "
Absolutely wicked. I loved the "ink" image too. Nicely done. Keep it up
Hmm, mixed? Or ambivalence?... Quite impressive imagination!
ReplyDeletethat last line is killer
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