Obdurately yours,
Under the pale light of the moon,
Rutilant eyes dart like tail-lights on an open road
Follow their streaks, to the candlelit underpass,
Let the cool night zephyr tickle your pallid flesh
And ripple a shiver to rattle your teeth,
See the quick of the flame at the well-dressed table -
We shall dine, as the sea sounds of cars passing
Dances like white noise melodies to ease the nerves

Here under the cloche
A litany of fine meats and greenery
To your decadence, a meal served for a queen.
Your incisors lasciviously tear the muscle
And the juices dribble down playfully from your chin
If I could laugh I’d wager a chuckle,
But I watch hurriedly at every movement

Inured pleasantries
Exchange as I draw near,
Cold tenebrous fingers gracing blonde strands
They look like golden threads or polished brass
Where the candlelight dances a shine through the palm full
Can you feel my miasmic breath briskly blowing upon the nape of your necks?


I suspect you are unexpecting of calamitous feeling
Radiating from **** to cheek as pale rounds turn rose-ish pink
And as you catch the beauty of dear Luna,
Basking in her preternatural glow
A trance as she dances about in ethereal gardens
Far and away in forlorn captured memories
While sharpened canines drill into her like ravaging thrusts
Lapping her spirit in every grisly gulp,
This embrace, osculant, leaves her desiccated
A statuesque marbled mannequin
Who bemoaned the very nightly calls of wolves and ravens

Here in the underpass,
A meal for two.