Starlit Picquet Glow, Genre Poems - Poem by Captain Cur
Gothic bells clang with slow tones of despair
alarms the night in starlit picquet glow
tortured wings fan the raucous humid air
observing the pained flaccid earth below.
Fluid strokes brush the sun starved evening breeze
my needle lips in blood course heights I soar
with vapid breath I retrace my lusty siege
sonar waves paint the path to your front door.
My body folds squeezed tight by vermin strength
retracting wings fanged suitor enters in
your chambers light a candles glowing length
I release form in remade human skin.
Tender breasts rising beneath satin sheets
I pause and touch your perfume scented head
your evening gown I clutch and turning weep
each night to live I feed on you in bed.
You softly stir beseech with tearing eyes
I bite your neck immortal slaves to sin
give your blood so my love for you survives
taunt my soul as you pull me full within.
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