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