Prose Vampires Remorse..Ch 2 Poem by Mike poet

Another ships horn wailed its misery to the night along the mighty Mississippi. my son stirred and I was immediately by his side. I dreaded his awakening and wondered how I would explain what all had happened to a 7 yr old boy. Thankfully however the night insects lulled him back to sound sleep.
He uttered what seemed like a line from a lullaby Chantelle used to sing him. My heart ached for her and to thoghts came our courting.
The luscious fragrances of the Season in the French Quarter set a mood for love is worth waiting for. Likened to Nature love in time blooms and fills one with pleasure.
I became aware of my love for chantelle in it's intensity after a year or so of monogomy. Romantic interludes of holding hands and kisses soft and sweet were lived to the backdropp of acoustic guitar and piano. It was as a serene a time in my life as I had known.
One cold winters day we walked beside each other. The clip clop of hooves drew my attention to my right side which Chantelle walked on. As I turned towards the sound I noticed she stood enveloped in a ray of Sunshine a vision which etched into my mind.
I had often thought of her as a life's mate but had never flattered myself with mentioning it. Though full figured she was at heart fragile and I feared that speaking of such would possibly scare her off.
For the moment I simply pleasured myself in watching her stand in a ray of warmth day dreaming with a tiny smile as if from some pleasant thought.
Just then I felt a tug on my sleeve it turned out to be a little boy of perhaps 11 yrs old who carried a basket of roses in his hand. He had the look of a future salesman in his eyes.
"Care for a flower for the misses? " he asked. "Only 5 dollars today and a red rose is for love and I see that you truly love her." He then winked and handed one to me.
I looked to Chantelle who was seemingly lost to thoughts in her ray of warmth.
"Yes I said."
Handing him a 20 I said. "Keep the change, she is worth far more than 5 dollars."
With a large eyed "Thank you." He bolted to a van filled with screaming children and boxes of flowers and a haggard Woman who seemed to be the Mother.
I took a step or two into Chantelles warmth and handed her the flower.
Smiling she came out of her thoughts. "Thank you so much." she said. I then encircled her softly with my arms I drew her to me. She came as willingly as fluid to gravity.
We looked into each others eyes for a moment before I kissed her.
I expected the the accustomed peck of our yearlong romance but was surprised to receive a deep passionate kiss which I still taste in memory to this day.
When the kiss was done I drew back the width of a finger to look at a 23 yr old as pristine and beautiful as the song of birds on an early spring morning. The romantic in my heart became entranced by the moment and I summed up my courage and bore my feelings exposing myself to rejection. " I love you I whispered."
She stepped back as if from a shock or jolt. Those beautiful lips I had just kissed parted a bit as she stood transfixed for more than a moment before she replied. Her eyes became teary as she touched the rose to her top lip and drew in the scent. She then whispered back. "I love you also, with all my heart I love you."
My jaw fell open as the oddest sound of pleasure came out. I filled with courage and I quickly stuttered. 'Stay right here, please don't move."
I bolted across the street ducked behind a delivery truck and ran into a jewelry store where I took out a credit card. There was a ring in the shop I had been eyeing for some time. In my unspoken fantasy of her as a life's partner I had often placed it on her finger. I envisioned her wearing it and it seemed perfect. Just as delicate as she yet full and beautiful in its artistry yet not pretentious. A perfect ring for her.
I thought of the proposal and for a moment my courage waned till I heard her say "I love you also with all my heart I love you." Her voice was a melody in my mind. I purchased the ring and took it out of it's box placing it in the top pocket of my shirt then stepping outside. I stood a moment gathering my composure then walked across the street. Although the shape of the light had changed I saw it still shone on her. I was ever so glad she was warmed by it.
As I went to her and into the light of her love. She willingly embraced in another passionate kiss. I then took her hand and placed the back of it to my lips as I kissed she giggled. Fishing the ring from my pocked and kneeling to one knee, I looked into her eyes and marveled at her aura with the sun behind her.
Taking her hand in mine and raising it waist high she extended her fingers as if she had practiced for this moment. I placed the ring on her finger and said. " My beloved chantelle, you are a gift from the Heavens and I would like to spend the rest of my life learning to love you." She radiated and I continued. "Would you be my wife? "
I looked into her eyes which glistened with tears of joy. "Yes, yes, yes, yes.' Came her gleeful reply. I kissed the back of her hand again and stood.
"We should make plans then, a caterer and flowers and such."
"No my love." She said. "I waited for you my whole life and now you are here. I am 23 and untouched. I badly need to become a Woman in the intimate sense. Quickly I beg you here now in theses clothes let us wed and we two shall become one."
"It shall be as you wish." I said and we were married by a justice of the peace that day.



I had 7 chapters written and lost 5 of them. Rewrote it in poetry but this is the prose that inspired the poem.