silent as the moon
stalking the streets
we are the night
we are life - life incarnated
a family
a family who met just months before
a new identity 
pain vanishes into pleasure
a euphoria like no other
sharing our life force
to become one
for eternity
it is an honor, 
to give my blood to you
and you to me
we do not do this lightly
and only selectively
but the dangerous thrill
is still there
a game of dominance
and acceptance
I bite your neck,
my acrylic fangs
break your skin easily
I claw my nails down your back
and watch the blood drip
my tongue trails along the cuts
your taste is coppery with salt,
blade dancing kiss
our tongues 
trustfully pass the razor
back and forth 
I take the razor from between my teeth
and slowly dig it into my arm
watching the blood bubble up
offering it to you -
a perfect gentleman,
never breaking eye contact
you savor my essence
then holding my hand
you gently kiss my knuckles

              ***high on the
   life blood of our existence***

              ***crux ansata, 
             the key of life***



*

joan-karcher

Family of Darkness

Jun 5, 2026

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removed.-pggx

This is sensual and little dark. I enjoy the combination. This is a bold new direction for your verse Joan. The bolded text is a poem in itself. A nice change. :-)

kmae

A masterful write...I say you have gained dominance and acceptance.

vircapio-gale

deliciously entertaining, novel fare! quite a journey thinking of what to say to this, i feel a bit woozy -- but enthralled, intrigued ... intoxicated with so many lines i gulp down in fear and excitement ;) flowingly reading again, i relate to these so fully:
"a new identity 
pain vanishes into pleasure
a euphoria like no other
sharing our life force
to become one
for eternity
it is an honor"
what lovers haven't enjoyed something akin?  though i don't relate to the blood part itself, exactly, i feel as if my own sense of intimacy or community has been exposed somehow, though from afar.  the pairing of what is so familiar and cherished with what is so foreign and taboo (to me anyway)-- it is a bewildering juxtaposition, razor sharp itself.
also seems your narrator may have helped give rise to what is in vogue now, given the mainstream 'bloodlust' for vampire stories -- but you draw the rug right out from under them: a spray of reality to waken the masses which seem content to mindlessly consume and be consumed! your poem is something entirely cultural, spiritual, transcendent and life-affirming -- my imagination struggles to come to terms with the life-recognition your poem demands... reconceptualization is in order for a genre obsessed with glorifying death... you are not only against the grain, Joan, you have a grain of your own ... "never breaking eye contact/you savor my essence" is also a way of expressing ideals in me, albeit in other contexts. thank you for sharing this perspective

raj-arumugam

darkness and love (dark love) very exquisitely combined...you've brought the two very closely together in this gripping poem, Joan...

dieingembers

Takes blood brothers to a new high where lovers share in the pleasure and the pain of the flesh. Beautifully crafted, keep em' coming

k-balachandran

after a level
love becomes untenable
unless it breaks new ground,
when you experiment with psyche and spirit.
it looks less dangerous, but you don't see
and here the excitement lends a camaraderie, to the limits of danger
love this, true love is sacrifice
Bala

charlesc

removed.-8auj