October nectar

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  • anaisnais
  • Enters 2011, with all best intentions and wishes to all here at OP, have a good year whether I know you or not, and don't forget to check by my profile for new poems once in a while! Old and new friends whether I know you or not - welcome, come share, come learn together.... All constructive critique welcome, so that I might iimprove on my current level of works and move another step closer to my goal/ambition... Response to reads, & comments or friendly raport depends on health as to when!

October nectar

Sleep don't come once more
the vampires are out
longing to bite this virgin neck
to taste sweet nectars
fruits of Halloween

A two pronged fork
those incisors permeate the skin
Floods rise and well over
as you drink me in
with passionate greed

Tidal torrents pulsate
as my heart thumps then slows
Faint I grow weak
whilst you grow strong
fulfilled with desires need

You thrive but do not live
for you are bound to the abyss
the depths of darkness
controlled by day
yet free to roam in nights shadows

Unaccepted  set apart abnormal
you verge on cannibalistic traits
amongst human nature
barbaric you stalk your prey
like wildest beast next meal

Only hunted down yourself
will you stop
when slaughtered in defeat
with stake through heart
will you fade from our world

 

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Sx9 commented on October nectar

10-28-2010

ruff night,,real ruff,,yes we all have one,but counting sheep never work,to each is own milk may be good but not in October,love your first stanza make me feel the entire work rite there..love this vibes,,

anaisnais

10/28/2010

A rough night if the vampires are out for sure! Am just using the muse of Halloween and October to let the ink flow... Thanks for your input appreciate your comment...

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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