he is a vampire
blessed of bardic voice
quaking the earth
with primal thunder
and rapture seized
in rhyme he draws me
enchanted of his words
smoldering of the sweet
beguiling passion
he is a vampire
blessed of lyical tongue
singing me out in chords
drawn from the throat
of the violin played
like silk and satin
in the color of midnight
he is a vampire
blessed of Degas soul
painting me dancing
in pastel hues
reflecting the pearls
distilled as hilights
in my hair
his hands seeking
mortal passion
beneath the veil
of seven folds
he is a vampire
blessed of Hephaestus Fire
delivering the exchange
of mortal bloodfire
to rapture drinking
from the font of she
blessings of immortality
born from his hands
kissed from his sweet
stinging mouth
quick silver
lightening
for he is a vampire
blessed i am his passion
life of delight
wrought to rapture
tenuous and trembling
like sunset
awaiting
his tender awakening.
~haze
07/20/99
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