The chorded neck
blue veined, exquisite,
you are beauty,
pink life, my love.
I have partaken
of your mortality
that I might continue
my trapped immortality.
How does a dead heart beat again?
My chest heaves
with longing
when I must seek
escape in coffined sleep.
I am a moth attracted
to the hope that illuminates
from within you.
Yet I am most hopeless.
My fanged scars
have marred the porcelain
of your delicate neck,
my blood initials marking you.
How can I so evil feel so tender?
I wish to rob you of your mortality
and take you into my haunted nights,
but love would not have you
walk the death in which I exist.
Goodbye is torn from me.
I will retreat that you might live.
If you hear the moon cry,
it will be I grieving in my damned immortality.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
The Challenge at dVerse Poets Pub was to write about vampires.
I had so much fun with this one. Romance that bites. :)
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