How can I watch,
watch you &
not be drawn to you?
Your effervescence flows,
feathers & lace,
a spectacular face,
it makes
my cold-blood boil.

O how I yearn, I yearn!
I burn,
I burn,
I burn
under the full moon,
am forever in ******* to the pitch,
the darkness
that has become my life.

I watch you down on Bourbon Street
with your Mardi Gras spirit,
flaunting your wares,
seemingly without any cares.
But I know better,
I see you
in between the Johns,
tears streaming down
your twisted anguished-face,
no longer pretty in the shadows.
My candle burns,
burns slowly.

And I lie,
I lie in wait,
waiting for the proper time
to make you mine,
my love is genuine.

O my darling street-angel,
soon we will float
forever
in the mist,
vampire-lovers
with the same hot ice-blood.

My kiss is lethal...painless.