The Family Tree Monsieur L'Vampyre

THE FAMILY TREE Monsieur L'Vampyre I'd only been astir and on the move into the night, while Paris makes its play on lovers as they meet and make their groove and come undone after a frantic day; and I made weak from penning all day long anthologizing favored kith and kin to hand it down, a blood line deep and strong, but adding just a bit of fiction in; when there she smiled and made it plain to me that God is real, and blesses those who wait who keep the faith that love just has to be beyond the measures metered out by fate. And so I set my pace as she did will and made my move with all my loving kill. In little time the Seine gave off her light and shined like all the stars that Heaven's known she made me laugh and smile all of the night and cherish every moment love was grown there in the bliss we made my family tree one more the number than had been before and promised she, to call him after me if I'd reveal what un-dead has is store; so then I bited to her deepest vein and suckling that I be, I breathed her soul into my deepest heart, again! again! til all we were was one, and love made whole. And took she then my son some other place as I prepared to never see his face. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet