Awake in velvet.
Blackness framed her nails.
Then I fought desire
(captured by those eyes)
she drew me down
toward both hungry lips
“Dear Lord, preserve my soul…”
I grasped at words
which fled away.
through dead air
like falling snow.
Too late for escape
I noticed sounds
as if small
by tiny hands
on glinting stabs
wide as night
(O life: where is thy warmth?)
Beside me, now
“Past victims haunt our rest.
Old wounds pollute
the psyche with
(Above is a revised version of poem written at the age of 21.
As a lonely young man I secretly longed to meet a seductress.
Of course, I didn’t really want her to be undead or soulless.
(Though, many people I met in daily life showed little sign of having a soul, either.)
Anyway, I was always attracted by goth looking females.
So went a bit “full vampire” with this. 🧛🏻♀️)
My post-flu depression has eased, yet left me still unable to write poetry, at present.
Art on the blog is mine: I hope you like it? 🙏
Comments are always VERY welcome! 🙂
Has anyone else spent more time on WordPress than usual, recently?
(I’ve found many interesting new artists, poets, writers, and photographers to follow.)
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