Like Angels, Winged
Like Angels, Winged
by Michael R. Burch
Like angels—winged,
shimmering, misunderstood—
they flit beyond our understanding
being neither evil, nor good.
They are as they are...
and we are their lovers, their prey;
they seek us out when the moon is full
and dream of us by day.
Their eyes—hypnotic, alluring—
trap ours with their strange appeal
till like flame-drawn moths we gather...
to see, to touch, to feel.
Held in their arms, enchanted,
we feel their lips, so old!,
and with their gorging kisses
we warm them, growing cold.
From "Blood Songs of the Vampire." Keywords/Tags: vampire, vampires, undead, blood, fangs, bite, body, supernatural, superstition, surreal, angel, angels, winged, wings, flit, flitting, good, lovers, prey, day, moths, flame, appeal, attraction, lovers, kisses, warm, cold, dark, surreal, horror, evil, night, grave
Copyright © Michael Burch | Year Posted 2020
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