"Shhhhhh …."
A distant fluttering of wings
Its whisper sets my heart to sing
Drawing nearer as I lay;
She comes again for me, I pray.
In visits past, as I recall,
I awakened, eyed through coal-red balls
Sly steely legs crept ‘round me bound
While beating wings cloaked sucking sounds
A frosted kiss belied her charms
That never came to cause me harm
Though crimson lips sheathed razored teeth
She came to succor; not for meat.
Bois liqueur douce et rouge gratuit
Enough to feed her starving needs.
A subtle clutch ‘twixt throbbing thigh…
By reflex mirrored in reply
She warmed and glowed, as I grew colder
Recast, to youth, as I grew older
Her needs made clearly understood
That human worth is gauged in blood,
At last, sweet slumber breached the night
As beating wings fade out of sight.
A fitting close, to visit's end,
I thirst to feel her kiss again.
"Shhhhhh …."
By Alto Lee Thomas, Jr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing your work.