I make you a sandwich every day now.
Are you starting to understand
the deepsated relationsship of souls
which can never be broken ? -
We are like fishes from which blood
is not drawn to retain soul
and be nourished by eachother
for the emotional layers of it.
I am not bleeding into you anymore
you are becoming me instead.
It is all for an empty room to abandon;
to sate all desires and pleasure.
To be yours to use for sacred rituals,
into a vessel made of forbidden
longings for the vampires embrace,
which is to it like a des(s)ert.
It is not to be made into one of them,
that is but the story they tell
for nature has no restrictions to lure
or make a trap into it they walk
but to know it before and then go -
for the last escapade of a bite
which drains, drains into arteries,
to be nourished by our arts.
There for a possession to see it,
to tell their story before that
dark night of the soul into the well
of forbidden lusts is cast -
the essence of us and thou and there
we are but into our instincts
for intuition - it is a fatamorgana
to keep us wanting more, more.
Then you woke up next to you again
and I was there too you saw
the veins and arteries of my neck.
Then you bite - like into a shell
for flavour, I made you hungry for it,
put myself there for you to feed
I am not prey, but your partner
only from me is the thirst sated.
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