SAN FERNAQNDO VAMPYRE
There comed a blizzard blowing through
and then another, freezing, too!
In Central Park the wind did freeze
and brought the city to its knees;
and so thought I of going west
not thinking which airline's the best,
but caught the very first I could,
to see my first of life that's good!
A friend I knew had left before,
on an extended China tour.
He offerred all his home for free,
and left for me his front door key.
My temporary home was blessed
with California wine. The best!
And all layed out, such food there be,
fit for a king! Or maybe me!
My friend had planned me such a stay,
his waiting dinner made my day,
and though I dined, less company,
in thought he was right there with me.
Content, but weary, as I tread,
to find the way into my bed,
and settled in for a nights rest
so I might rise feeling my best.
I'd but dozed off, when there appear
the feeling of someone so near,
my eyes did crack to candlelight
and what I saw was such a sight!
A lady dark, with falling hair
and flashing eyes just standing there!
Though dressed, the gown was almost none
where it began, it quick was done!
She whispered soft, in such a way,
I'll not forget my dying day,
"Welcome to California, Dear,
your friend has asked me to come here..."
The candle put on the nightstand,
she reached right out and took my hand
then layed she down beside of me
and on her neck, no mark there be!
O! What a night, from my dear friend!
My thought was that it never end;
and as we drew so very near
the heart of love was now! and here!
And talked we part the night away,
I cherished each word she did say;
and flowed the wine to make us light
and help enjoy this cherished night.
When she had reached the heart of me
as I would surely have it be,
her lips they trembled from the feel
of mine, as love made her life real;
and in the promised land we flew
as lovers in the night all do
on wings of love as sure we should,
to bring what true love only could;
then joined she in the heart of me
as bited to her very soul,
my teeth did make her real and whole.
And as we reached the peak of it,
the bed began to shake a bit--
and then the crashing sound downstairs
and roaring of wind everywheres!
The nightstand fell onto the floor
and something crashed right through the door!
The bed it flew across the room
and we thought we had met our doom!
Oh such a rumbling sound be made
as fell the ceiling where we layed,
had we been there one second more,
we'd have been crushed into the floor!
The room it shook and then it fell!
The sounds it made no one can tell!
And how we got outside, to me,
is still a very mystery!
And in the silence after all,
with morning light about to call,
we vowed to leave the golden state
not tempting more the hands of fate.
So now we gaze on Central Park,
and spread our wings within the dark,
not caring if the cold winds blow;
we make love in the falling snow.
© RON WILSON AKA VEE BDOSA THE DOYLESTOWN POET