After the Dance

elbow to elbow no room to breathe in this place i once thought an escape missing her more each day and each passing moment brown children with vaseline greased scalps peer expectantly at this strange newcomer vampire handsome and strange intellect my weakness must be apparent fore they trust me dancing with the devil isn't a tango it's a tangle our innocence ensnared like a scared fragile rabbit pulse racing silken brown fur clamped between iron rusty jaws moving like the blood of the hare between each strand of hair i avoid their queries of life after the dance