Sunday, February 20, 2011

Vampire

Vampire


He is loveless,
but pure as boiled water:
a lily in the
windless threadwork
of a tapestry,

a road wooing me
with sculpted demigods
and monsters
I can’t seem to resist.

I wake swaddled in gauze,
smooth as a baby
ready for my first kill.

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