20100809, 12:10
The bittersweet.
my teeth plunge
into
pink flesh
so vibrant I can
feel the pulse against my tongue
Inhaling the musk of the grove
I savor this sacrifice
sucking, squeezing, slurping
juices bathe my throat
like a lover
spent in ecstasy
And when my vampire’s work is done
the seed takes flight
to the warm winds
of an unknown fate
Deliciously sated, I ponder
the cruel delight of
Nature’s torrid romance
in which to spawn
means to be devoured
And I wonder
if I am anywhere near as tasty
to the teasing fangs of Time.
Labels: Poem