The morning sun arises
as she buries her face against my shoulder,
wrapping her frame around me
so I will not dissipate like smoke
or some hazy dream.
Last night she said she dreamed me,
And I wonder if I ever existed
until that moment she found me,
cold, shivering, and naked
out in the snow.
I still find it amazing,
an instance of absolute bravery,
that she would take me
and hold me to her breast,
allowing her scent to entice me.
I didn’t want to drink of the angel
but she offered herself willingly,
so as my fingers traced a favorite curve,
I bit… I sipped… I drank…
Tasting the very essence of her.
You of the mortal world will never understand
the passion of the vampire,
the overwhelming intensity of desire
that makes us the creatures we are,
walking the line between darkness and light
straight into the purity of
unyielding… undying… uncomparable love.
By Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.