Thursday, 31 October 2013

A Vampire's Diary

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 ~

42 comments:

  1. because without me you'll grow old quickly....

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  3. "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.

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  4. Seductive at your sea and damn that big white space confused me lol

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  5. not sure how that happened...hopefully this comment won't leave a big blank space... :)

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  6. Bare me your neck
    curved warm veins

    Sounds macabre, true monster love! In line with the Halloween feel! Great write Grace!

    Hank

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  7. is that how you kill a poet....a pen through the chest? smiles...
    there is def something erotic to vampirism...always has been for me..
    ha. great closing lines.

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  8. 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.

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  9. So good Heaven, have a Happy Halloween!

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  10. that last line, Heaven.... ~

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  11. whew...there's some heat in this... why do i want to be bitten by a vampire now... smiles...

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  12. what a statement: you'll choose me even if i am a poisonous tree. that's some serious confidence, right there.

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  13. Being 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.

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  14. Terrifying... and beautiful. Sensuous and playful ... :-) Enjoyed the horror of it. Well-captured images of succubus/incubus.
    -HA

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  15. Now that's fauvist. Excellent work - your monsters morph to vampires and your words wind to poetry. Well done!!

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  16. "you are craving for
    Not dripping white sap nor blistering roots

    But raw flesh & wild
    river ravaging my insides"

    Visual--and visceral. Very strong piece.

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  17. Very sexy Grace.>KB

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  18. Oh, this is creepysexycool. Just made up a new word there ;)

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  19. They 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!

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  20. the storm you dream about

    Simply delicious last line!

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  21. I shiver and shudder reading this...delicious!

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  22. Superb! Love how you describe the seductive and alluring nature of the vampire.

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  23. Deliciously beastly--I really enjoyed the lips shaped like a quarter moon. Very well done!

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  24. "I'll tell you what is wild, tormented, slippery
    cold ...." 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?

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  25. intense! I liked it.

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  26. Well, I was quite drawn in with the beginning... so powerfully described ..

    "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!

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  27. Very nice...as I tie up my hair and bare my neck...he he!

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  28. Great, sensual, Halloween poem!

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  29. Yowzers! That was totally and utterly COOL!

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  30. Wish I can tell that to her - bare me your neck !

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  31. Such great imagery, Grace. Well done! Have a wonderful weekend and as always, thank you!

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  32. You 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.

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  33. lost my comment. Well, this is a better and more sensous take on the vampire theme. Lovely, sensual and intriging.

    Lady Nyo

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  34. Beautiful piece. Loved the imagery
    "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

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  35. Hmm, mixed? Or ambivalence?... Quite impressive imagination!

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  36. that last line is killer

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