B Rated X
if she were
a vampyre
my lack of
blood would
not get me up
from a grave
situation but
keep me cold
cadaverishly
feverishless
so i stake
my money
on the moon
when blooms
full and i find
my pursuit me
being hirsute and
her her time that i
may dine a wolf's
dinner eating and
drinking
her blood
instead of
her drunk
on mine
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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