I take tea in the afternoon
as I wait to hear his foot -
falls approaching
I am on
edge until they
kiss my ears in their
heavy booted sound
I add sugar cubes
distractedly, as my
mouth adjusts to
the taste of him
a heaviness on my
lips, upon my neck,
the scratch of a scarf
that looks softer
I imagine the scratch
of a vampire fang to be
worse and breath in and
out my prayers that at
least he is by my side
before nightfall
he is a thing of
paleness and impatience,
I am a woman who works
the dead into shapes
that speak
we both seek answers
but know they will not
be found in the arms of
each other
yet still,
our hearts beat
as one
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
I take tea in the afternoon
as I wait to hear his foot -
falls approaching
I am on
edge until they
kiss my ears in their
heavy booted sound
I add sugar cubes
distractedly, as my
mouth adjusts to
the taste of him
a heaviness on my
lips, upon my neck,
the scratch of a scarf
that looks softer
I imagine the scratch
of a vampire fang to be
worse and breath in and
out my prayers that at
least he is by my side
before nightfall
he is a thing of
paleness and impatience,
I am a woman who works
the dead into shapes
that speak
we both seek answers
but know they will not
be found in the arms of
each other
yet still,
our hearts beat
as one
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