poem~ Not Like a Vampire

Not Like a Vampire

Dark cuts
purple blood
drips caught
in a tiny
gold
spoon
feeding myself under
the tablecloth

and before the heat
escapes 
my eyes close
engulfing

thick iron
on 

my tongue

Daydreaming 
awake
realizing
it was only 
the wine
dripping wet
down
my tongue

your fingertips
warm real
on the edge of
my thigh

strong vines
hard caresses
subtle ecstasies

heat
blood
wine

conjoined

alive

 

Nikki Lockhart

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