royness ( ' ' )
royness ( ' ' ) Poems
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She comes to me
in the early evening twilight
drawn by breath or scent -
with the merest of touches
she rests her fragile body upon me
pressing her eager mouth to my flesh
and delicately, with practised skill
she slides in her spiny needle
drawing the blood from a vein in my arm.
I watch as she drinks of me,
growing heavy and swollen –
I give myself willingly
and thus, I do not bleed
she leaves not a mark where she fed
softly withdrawing from me
as I, the great provider
offer up my body to the night -
feed, dear ...
Iron In The Soul
A stone is thrown. A window
Shivers briefly in its frame, shatters
Into fragments, falls in a rain
Of glittering crystal.
The last of the glass is gone
Iron bars close over the doors.
I walk forgotten city streets, paved
With broken stones. This world is folding