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VxPoem ID: 23615

Category:
myth_legend

Posted: August 11th. 2006 9:15:32 AM

Views: 827

EXQUISITE LOVE. ©

by Vincent

Age Group: Adult



I AM IN MY BED CHAMBER. PREPARING FOR SLUMBER.
I GO TO MY WINDOW AND LOOK OUT, UP AT THE SHIMMERING CURTAIN OF NIGHT. THE STARS APPEAR AS PINPRICK SPATTERS OF WHITE PAINT, UPON A BLACK TAPESTRY. THE MOON, IN ALL ITS GLORY, SENDS ITS NIGHTLY RAYS DOWN UPON A SLUMBERING PORTION OF THE WORLD.

I TURN FROM THE WINDOW, AND LAY DOWN IN MY BED.
ALONE AGAIN, FOR THE NIGHT.
I SIGH. SUCH IS THE LIFE OF A MAN THAT IS NOT AT PEACE.
I THINK OF IT NO MORE, AND EXTINGUISH THE LIGHT.
DISCONTENT AND ALONE.

AS I SLUMBER, I DO NOT AWAKEN AS THE FIRST TENDRILS OF A BLUISH MIST BEGIN TO POUR FORTH, FROM UNDER MY WINDOWSILL.

THIS MIST, HEAVY AND ETHEREAL, MOVES WITH PURPOSE. IT SPILLS DOWN THE WALL, AND SPREADS OUT ALONG THE FLOOR.
HOWEVER, IT MOVES WITH AN ODD PURPOSE.
WOULD I HAVE BEEN A WITNESS TO IT, I WOULD HAVE SEEN THAT IT WEAVES ITS WAY, PAST OBJECTS, TOWARDS ME.

IT GATHERS, AND BEGINS TO PILE UPON ITSELF. LAYER UPON LAYER, FOLDS OVER. THE MOUND GROWS. SOON IT IS AS TALL AS A HUMAN BEING. EYES, THE IRISES DEEPLY EMERALD AND WITH A HAUNTING GLOW, BEGIN TO FORM. SOON SKIN FORMS OVER THE MIST, GIVING SOLIDITY TO SOMETHING THAT WAS ETHEREAL. HAIR FORMS, WHERE MEDUSA-LIKE TENDRILS WERE. CLOTHING BEGINS TO COVER THE SKIN.
LASTLY, DESPITE THE EYES, THE FACE FORMS. SKIN, CREAMILY WHITE. LIPS FULL AND BEE STUNG. HAIR, BLACK AS MIDNIGHT. FINGERNAILS, CONTRITELY LONG, BUT SHARP, PAINTED SCARLET.

A SOFT SOUND OF AIR, BEING INHALED AND EXPELLED ESCAPES THOSE LIPS.

IT IS BEAUTIFUL, AND ANGELIC.
THE FACE OF A WOMAN.
ONE THAT WOULD STOP EVEN THE CHASTEST MAN ON THE STREET, FOR A SECOND LOOK.

YET, THIS BEAUTY HOLDS A DEADLY SECRET. AND A POWER MANKIND HAS YET TO HARNESS, BUT WOULD NOT DARE.

SHE MOVES BESIDE MY BED, AND LOOKS DOWN UPON ME. AN EXPRESSION OF; PITY? COMPASSION? SADNESS? OR LOVE? CROSSES HER FEATURES.

SHE TAKES HER HAND, AND GENTLY RUNS IT UP AND DOWN ALONG MY ARM. AS IF STROKING A BABY.
I SIGH. UNKNOWINGLY, ACKNOWLEDGING HER PRESENCE.

SHE SMILES NOW. AND MOVES TO LAY DOWN BESIDE ME. FACING ME FROM BEHIND. HER HEAD PROPPED BY ONE HAND.

WHEN SHE DOES, I DO NOT STIR. NOT A WHIMPER ESCAPES MY SLEEPING FORM.

SHE TRACES A FINGERNAIL FROM MY SHOULDER, DOWN MY ARM, TO MY HAND, AND BACK. THE RAZORSHARP NAIL LEAVING A RED TRACE.
I GROAN WITH A SHUDDER. ALMOST AWAKENING.

SHE SMILES, AND SUCH IS BEAUTIFUL.

SHE LEANS FORWARD AND WHISPERS INTO MY EAR ABOUT BEING ALONE. THAT IT IS NOT GOOD, AND SHE IS ALONE AS I AM.

I MUMBLE IN MY SLEEP STATE THAT IT IS NOT GOOD TO BE THAT WAY.
I AWAKEN AT THAT, AND BEING TO TURN OVER, TO SEE THIS INTRUDER.

SHE GRIPS MY SHOULDER, THE NAILS SLIGHTLY DENTING MY SKIN, FIRMLY. SHE TELLS ME TO REMAIN STILL. DO NOT MOVE.

SHE TELLS ME THAT IT IS ALL RIGHT TO BE SCARED, BUT DO NOT BE. SHE IS A FRIEND. SHE WISHES TO END MY LONG PAIN OF SOLACE.

I ASK HOW? HOW CAN SHE DO THIS?
MY BODY IS TENSE WITH A DESIRE TO ESCAPE THIS WOMAN.
HOW DID SHE GET IN? WHY DOES HER VOICE SEEM FAMILIAR?

SHE HEARS THIS, ALL THESE QUESTIONS AND MORE, RUSHING THROUGH MY HEAD.

SHE TELLS ME TO HUSH. SHUSHING ME, AS A MOTHER COOS TO HER CHILDREN WHEN THEY CANNOT SLEEP.

SHE ASKS ME IF I WISH TO REMAIN ALONE, ALL OF MY LIFE. ALWAYS GIVING OF MYSELF, NOT RECEIVING ANYTHING IN RETURN.
MY ANSWER IS, PREDICTABLY, NO.

SHE WHISPERS TO ME TO NOT FIGHT HER. AND WITH THAT, GENTLY AND FIRMLY, PUSHES MY SHOULDER DOWN. HER OTHER HAND, NOW DIVESTED OF ITS OTHER LABOR, LOVINGLY ENCOMPASSES THE SIDE OF MY HEAD AND FACE.

SHE HOLDS ME THERE. HER GRIP STEADFAST, BUT LOVINGLY GENTLE. MASSAGING MY SHOULDER, GENTLY STROKING MY HEAD.

SHE LEANS CLOSER, AND KISSES MY NECK. BUTTERFLY KISSES THAT TICKLE THE SKIN, AND ENTICE THE MIND.

SHE WHISPERS TO ME OF LOVE, OF ENDING THE SOLITARY EXISTANCE THAT CURSES ME.

TEARS SPILL FROM MY EYES, AS SOBS BEGIN TO WRACK MY FORM.
YES, YES I SAY. I DO NOT WISH TO BE ALONE ANYMORE.

SHE SMILES, AND REPLIES THAT SHE CAN END THAT EXISTANCE. AND SHE WILL DO SO.

SHE CLOSES HER EYES FOR A MOMENT, AND FEELS THE SADNESS FLOOD HER. SHE KNOWS THIS PAIN, THIS VOID.

SHE OPENS HER BEAUTIFUL MOUTH. LONG, SHARP, VENOMOUS FANGS GLEAM IN THE DARKNESS.

SHE MOVES HER HEAD DOWN, AND RESTS HER RAPIERS JUST ABOVE THE PULSING ARTERY. I FEEL THEM, AND THEIR SHARPNESS TICKLES THE SKIN.

SHE PAUSES, THEN BRINGS HER MOUTH SLOWLY CLOSED.

I FEEL THE TWIN POINTS INCREASE IN PRESSURE, AND FEEL THE TWIN SCYTHES DIG THEIR WAY TO THE PRIZE.

THE PAIN! OH, THE DELICIOUS AND AGONIZING PAIN! MY MOUTH OPENS TO SCREAM, BUT NOTHING COMES FORTH. I CAN ONLY GASP IN WRITHING ECSTASY AND SHOCK.

SOON HER FANGS PENETRATE, AND LIFEBLOOD EXPLODES AROUND HER TEETH, INTO HER MOUTH. STAINING MY PILLOW, HEATING MY NECK, AND DRIPPING UPON THE SHEET.

SHE CLASPS HER LIPS UPON MY SKIN, AND GENTLE SUCKLING NOISES ISSUE FORTH FROM HER FORM.

SHE HOLDS ME STILL, FIRMLY BUT STILL GENTLY.
I GROW LETHARGIC, SLEEPY, AND COLD.

MY BREATH BECOMES MORE, AND MORE SHALLOW. I REALIZE I AM DYING, AND INSTINCT TAKES OVER.

I TRY TO FIGHT, TO GET AWAY. BUT I AM TOO WEAK.
SHE KNOWS THIS, AND COOS TO ME INSIDE MY HEAD.
JUST A LITTLE MORE, A LITTLE MORE.

SHE WITHDRAWS HER FANGS AND MOUTH. BLOOD TRICKLES DOWN MY NECK. BARELY A RIVULET OF CRIMSON REMAINS.

SHE REACHES AROUND MY WEAK AND DYING FORM, AND PULLS ME TO HER. ROCKING BACK AND FORTH. COOING TO ME TO LET GO. CODDLING ME AS AN INFANT.

AS I INHALE MY LAST WEAK, SHALLOW BREATH, I HAVE NOW KNOWN, AND HAVE FOUND, LOVE.




Author's Location: Tulsa, Oklahoma
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