| |
The Vamp Who Chickened Out
Soft fingered winds caressed my neck
Kissed my breast supine
Brushed the tip of my nose
Rolled my hair like twine.
Tickled up and down my thigh
Lightly touched my feet
As I lay on my neighbor's hammock
We share back yards on Yawning Street.
And that is when and that is where
A pale night lover came to me
His eyes told tales of many past loves
I listened all too willingly.
Lost and prisoner to his will
No jail could ever stronger be
I focused only on his eyes
Even when he bared his teeth.
My blood of it's own accord
Rushed wildly through my veins
And disappointment claimed my soul
When he drew back in raw disdain.
With gentleman airs and a devil-may-care
Flick of his wavy black cape
He took to the air and left me to stare
As he changed and made his escape.
I rose from the swing, gathered my things
In quick time and headed for home
I still can't believe with desire unappeased
That he'd left me and I was alone.
It wasn't until I stood perfectly still
In front of my patio doors
That I realized his disdain was surmised
From the thing all vampires deplore.
Between my breast lay a gift from my ex
Which I'd never ever remove
Because of the cost (it's a gold plated cross)
It held memories I'd rather not loose.
And though I am sad; be it good be it bad
This episode's reached a standstill
And vampire or not I hope that he rots
On the bed of some angry ant hills.
RETA PRUITT
September 16 2016
Copyright ©
Reta Pruitt
|