Vampire’s Lament

There is no heart beating in me,
not in actuality.
I am the long undead.
I have no breath
To catch
When I see your beauty.

But there you are on the stair,
With your long white neck
To tempt me,
And I cannot see past
the flash of your jeweled eyes.

The catch of your own breath when you notice my gaze, the heat of your unaware longing for
my kiss–
these give my body memory of sentience far gone,
echoing heartbeats of
when I was capable of love.

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One thought on “Vampire’s Lament

  1. Are you sure you’re not a vampire? Well, even if you are you wouldn’t tell me because I would run for the hills. I know. If you were a vampire running for the hills would do me no good. It’s a good poem anyway…

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