Late night
Secret meetings
She dares not let her heart
Beat where he
Can hear it.
He calls and she
Is there.
Or was there
For a while
A dream or
An apparition
Or maybe just a real girl
Without a heart
To beat for him.
He thinks of her,
Perhaps
She hears his thoughts,
He wonders if he could capture
Her heart
Again
She wonders
If his blood
Is still in her veins.
Maybe.
Or maybe it is something else
That makes her heart beat
At the thought
Of him.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Sweet! ! ! ! 🙂
xoxo