If I said I am dying to drink from your fountain
would you slice yourself open for my benefit
oozing like a ruby red grapefruit?
would you shed each drop in an arioso of charming crescendos upon the xylophone that is the foyer travertine?
would you crawl to my waiting stiletto in supplication or
resignation
or something else?
Looking like desire but smelling of desperation?
would you?
would you be silent knowing there is no plea to reverse your fate?
tell me,
compass-less lover,
would you comprehend why you surrendered?
If I said I was dying to drink from your fountain
I'd be a liar.
the vampire
waits.
