The Kiss

Blood soaked moon
floating in a velvet sky
watches me like a haunting eye.

I’m turning to you,
blood-stained lips and sacred dress,
hair of black hiding your hot breath,
you watch me like a vampiress.

Curled beneath the hidden veil,
a tongue unwinds the choking tale
of lovers lost and longed for.

A ring is found
among the patterned twisted sheets
in embroidered mounds of blankets
where two lovers finally meet.

A crown of rubies,
glittered in a golden case,
adorns the hand around my neck,
as I approach her haunting face.

The kiss of hunger
wakes me from a helpless trance;
I pant under the heavy moon
and look for you.