Spiral Vampire

I’m a big fan of the Vampire genre so when I read this how could I not ask (and get permission I might add) to reblog this.

A great collaboration of imaginations in poetry. Go check out their work over at Caribou Crossings and The Art of Making Spirals.

Their Fangtastic. Sorry couldn’t resist.

Raw Earth Ink

tonight
I’m hungry for you
my tongue rakes my teeth
searching for any last vestiges of you
(for the aftertaste of the aftermath
for the memory of the spiraling path)

finding none but a faint whisper
I find myself flying to you
stealing up behind you
(on wings of silent leather
with fingertips as soft as feathers)

my nails scratch furrows along your spine
leaning in close
inhaling your scent
(the smoke left from the last cigarette
the perfume choking on its last breath)

that soft place just beneath your ear
licking my famished lips
I lower my face and gently suck
(the last traces of the clementine
the taste of raw touch, soaked in brine)

there, right there, along your neck
(where still waters run deep
quietly, painted red, underneath)

nip and suck, lick and kiss
as you begin to sway
giving in to my fervor
your heart racing…

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