Vampir

To be most anywhere
The afternoon is warm
Swirling clouds of bees swarm

With balm of breezes' care
Before a summer storm
The trees lean into harm

Yet as for this my fate
The hush of breeze is naught
And I shall soon be caught

And stillness cold's berate
The strobe of gasping stark
From time of day grown dark

A darkness of myself
Within a crevice deep
Where heaven cannot reach

To wear the scent of you  
Embedded in my sleep
And never lets me weep

Forbidden in this need
Exacting to a fault
Despite the rub of salt

In planting of the seed
To undo slumber's halt
To break free of its vault

And sounds of tidal breath
In mind the ebb and flow
To make me let it go

While hovered over death
The tapered ghosted psalm
That travels to my soul

Without the bless of grace
To pool in open palm
The blood from lover's kiss

That makes a heart to race
Awaits for your return
For nothing more than this.


April 1  (NaPoWriMo 2017)