At 4:00 a.m. in the pre-dawn morning
the owls sing their songs
like a call and response in their oak forest cathedral.
A tiny bat speeds across the sky in front of
my bedroom window.
The cat sits on the window sill
watching beside me.
In a few hours
I’ll be at the museum,
sort of my own cathedral.
Yet, the woods are also mine.
A place of others.
The creatures of the night.
Those who do not create beauty,
but are beauty.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
The only noise
Is the clock
Almost as old as I am
From 1876
Still running like new,
And the sounds of random
Traffic
In the distance,
A cat eating,
An owl outside,
The tap tap tapping
Of my keyboard,
No sounds from
Others in my house,
Slumbering quietly,
Still,
And cold
Upstairs,
With quiet dreams,
As only
Fellow
Vampires
Will have.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Sleep
It is like the ghost that haunts me
Only worse.
The ghost will listen to me.
Sleep never does.
She taunts me
Like a woman who wants to seduce my husband.
She gives him slumbers so peaceful
So silent and lovely.
She taunts me and pulls my dreams to tattered bits
Then keeps me awake for days on end.
My slumbers end in a dark prison room
Always cold
Always alone
Always awake.
We’re not friends Sleep and I.
I used to think it was my nocturnal nature,
But now I know it is because
Sleep hates me for something I did
In the past
And fired up her jealous heart
To the point where she is only thinking of revenge.
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I fixed a pot of coffee,
As Nigel the Ghost said, “Sleep doesn’t give a crap what you do Vampire. You’re too busy and you drink too much coffee.”
Maybe so but I’m not going to admit anything to a ghost.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
I look into your eye sockets,
Right into your brain
And know you love me
Even if
Your heart is on your sleeve
Because you pinned it there
After it fell
out of your chest.
Your fangs
Glide along my neck
I wait
In anticipation
Then you move your lips to mine
Cold flesh on cold flesh
No fog of our breath
In the cold night
No pitter patter of a beating heart
Just your cold touch
Your cold heart
Icy passion
And your eternal love.
You sniff my butt
HA HA HA sorry guys… I’m spending too much time hanging out with teens.
Your faint glow
Stillness
Only you
Make me whole
And alive
Real
Solid
Feeling
Then together
We vanish
Into our world
Of shadows.
You wrap up my heart
In scented oils
And fine linen
Tight and binding
Forever
Until we meet
In another world
And rule the universe
Unwinding our love.
Below are a few links a few of the many romantic/love posts on this blog. Enjoy and learn and love.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Even Vampires
Have those nights
Where you ache all over
And see bats fly
Then wonder
If it was someone you kissed
Or bad blood
Perhaps a bug
Or an ancient
Bit of dust
Of someone who
Was never nice.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Running under the full moon,
Their red and green scarves and coats
Left in the grass,
Claws and Teeth
Along with fur
Long and silver
Like shining Christmas tinsel
In the moonlight.
While ghosts watch with uninterested expressions,
And Vampires toast to the holiday
Wishing you all
A Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
