The Vampire Kiss
ROSE PETAL FARM, Lucid Dreams (9.08351,11.2113,23.6172)
Like angels—winged,
shimmering, misunderstood—
they flit beyond our understanding
being neither evil, nor good.
They are as they are ...
and we are their lovers, their prey;
they seek us out when the moon is full;
they dream of us by day.
Their eyes—hypnotic, alluring—
trap ours with their strange appeal
till like flame-drawn moths, we gather ...
to see, to touch, to feel.
And in their arms, enchanted,
we feel their lips, grown old,
till with their gorging kisses
we warm them, growing cold.