Day 80 - The Real Vampires (poem)

They don't want
your blood.  They want
your stories.  Head nodding
in patient

understanding
as you tell of pill addiction,
a heart stripped by careless boys, children
you wish
were never born.
Heartless

they are, feeding
on your raw, bleeding
life.

Day 79 - Want (poem)

WANT

Asleep,
your knee shifts gently
outward.  You wear

a parted robe.
It slips down a delicate path, laconic.
Your thigh exposed,
but draped

in shadows that draw me
with their promise.