now sweetheart, he's the sweet part.
i dream every night that my blood flows like sugar
and you're by my side, eating out my wrists,
staring through my eyes, like stain-glass windows
and connecting the patterns to form the faces of deities.
wishing for their blessings to be carried upon us,
as i wish for
and by the time the silhouette of the horizon breaks,
our necks are have been sucked dry
by our nocturnal passions.
vampires fuelled by lust and love
and every emotion that lies between
but i could live lifeless,
if it means the nights are ours.
Friday, January 21, 2011
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