Rain drips down my pale skin
as a cold shiver claims my mortality,
Underneath the clouded, quarter moon
That shines its ugly, yellow hue down
Onto the empty streets where you found me.
You approached my fraility with confidence,
Drew me into your cool embrace;
A shield from the harsh, Fall winds.
Before my scream disturbed the resting Eve,
your fiery eyes bearing down silenced me.
“Dear Stranger,” your dark voice filled my ear,
your cold hands caressed the sides of my awed face,
“May you tell me why all you humans Fear?”
The unsuspected inquiry drew an ironic laugh,
you quirked your stone face in question.
I pondered all of the possible answers before speaking,
“It is the virus we are most insusceptible to,”
Your low, bemused chuckle sliced through me
in vast smooth motions you had me pinned-
My back to the hard, brick wall, you pressed against me.
“Are you afraid?” Your hiss was so pleasurable to hear,
Leaning in closer you breathed coolly on my neck.
Goosebumps prickled my skin, my hair on all ends,
Yet, as I searched in all my inner crevaces and shadows,
I could not find that Fear we spoke of.
Sensing my strength muddled with curiousity,
you inched in and pressed your teeth into my neck.
My papery skin held no match for your razors,
though as the thick, crimson flooded from me
I gasped in ecstacy, heightened by the sheer pain.
Though you took from me my body’s most precious gift,
Your lips pulsed lurid fire through each vein;
the rueful scent of others death on you tantalized me,
and in the weary night no longer lonesome,
I cried for you to take all the life within me.
I did not realize my encounter, however strange,
Would rape my heart of its beat for eternity,
But no regrets besought me as my skin
turned alabaster, to match you my lovely friend.
And of your sweet rapture I whispered thanks,
for the delieverance of your Kiss of Death.