Vampyre

in the depth of your prayer
he comes to you now
to feast on the livid
red liquid you bring

in his scarlet-lined cloak
of most terminal black
he breathes through the mist
to the side of your bed

with deathly cold fingers
he traces your breast
draws the curtain of hair
to reveal your soft flesh

with eye-teeth like needles
he pierces the skin
and drains the warm fluid
from the wounds in your neck

he feels you fall limp
in his arms as you bleed
your life you relinquish

submit to his need

The River and the Tree

Will you allow me to explain
that you are
River
and I am
Tree upon the bank

I admire the shimmering gloss
of your
silky currents
your shining rippling
muscles
flashing under sunlight
or dappled beneath my
overhanging branches

You know me only
by the tiniest drop in temperature
as you slip beneath me

You slide past
always past me
and yet you never leave

And I
dripping with lust for
the sinuous contours
of your thighs
wait
my arms outstretched
to hold you once
should you notice me

But no

You flow silently past
cold water flooding my roots

You bring gifts
upon which I might comment
but these are but
the thoughts
the wishes
the dreams of
drowning men
they are merely
dead leaves
floating on your
brooding surface

And though my feet
feel you swirling
around them
And although
engorged with rain and tears
you rise
to eddy around my loins
from time to time
there is no
slowing from you
barely the slightest
disturbance of
your flow