She called him in
From the far reaches
Of the orchard
Where leaves turned pale gold
In the cooling fall air.
•••
He never answered
So out she went
To search for him
So he could change
Before the party.
•••
She found him
Torn and tattered
Bloody and splattered
Oh what beast had
Taken him apart
She knew who.
•••
On the veranda she confronted
The man sitting quietly
With a glass of wine
A fresh white shirt
Smoking a Cuban cigar.
•••
The moon is not full
You had no right
He wasn’t yours
To tear apart
You ripped his guts
You ate his heart
And there you sit and smile.
•••
He looked up at her
With a handsome smile
She’d loved him once
For a little while
But that had changed
When he ate her friends
She told him to stop
But he shrugged and smiled.
•••
You scold me for being what I am
A wolfish kind of secret man
Yet you drink blood
From those you meet
A nice warm neck is your favorite
Place to dine
Oh you hypocrite
I know you better
Than you know yourself.
•••
She asked about the mess
He shrugged
The turkey vultures and coyotes
Along with their
Friend the fox
Would clean it up.
They always did.
•••
He watched her stand
In a black satin blouse
Jeans and black boots
Silver earrings dangling from
Her ears with a lock of hair
Hanging over her eye.
•••
The fool out there in the orchard,
He said.
You wanted his heart.
Well, my dear,
Now his heart is part of me
And I am yours
Tonight
If
You
Will
Have
Me.
•••
She looked back into his deep brown eyes
With that circle of green
And ocean blue
And thought
Then said
She’d consider it.
•••
In her gut she knew
The man in the orchard
Was in lust
But not in love
Like her faithful
Almost canine friend.
Almost lover
Almost to the end
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Vampire Maman 