In the dark night
They listened
For the cry of the wolf
But more
The cracks of twigs
The rustle of leaves
The turn of a door nob
Against the lock
A break of glass
Then the scrape
Of a ladder
Against the house
He hid in the closet
In the space
Behind the walls
Only to be found
Eighty years later
A leather mummy of
A boy
Who wasn’t available
To answer the door
When his sister
Had lost
Her key
One cold
Winter
Night.
~ end
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…
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.
A little more romance among those who aren’t quite human…
Below are a few links a few of the many romantic/love posts on this blog. Enjoy and learn and love.
Wishing all of my readers romance and a happy Halloween.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
He stood in front of me
his neck a stump
without a head.
In his hand was a note
on expensive stationary
scrawled in rough cursive.
It said
I need
a HEAD.
To his delight
I took a gourd,
a pumpkin really,
and with a knife
carved a face
with eyes fierce
with pride
and a mouth
that smiled
not with joy
but with spite.
I put the pumpkin on his neck
then lit the candle within
and told him
“Go find another. I’m tired of loving a man who is always losing his head over nothing.”
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Oh deathly pale
With cold lips
Kissed with red
The blood of the living
Brings your heart
Alive
For the night
So that you can love
With passion
And desire
Tasting the life
Of love and dreams
that last a lifetime.
“That poem is really bad mom.”
“Hey, I’m getting ready for Halloween. I’m thinking doing some really creepy drawings too.”
“Do it.”
“I will.”
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
This summer read at least one short story by Edgar Allan Poe.
Just one. You’ll want to read more, but at least read one.
You can read a well known story like The Black Cat, or The Cask of Amonrillado, or The Murders in the Rue Morgue.
Or read one of the lesser known stories (those not made into Vincent Price movies) such as A Tale of the Ragged Mountains, or The Balloon-Hoax.
Then read some of Poe’s poetry.
Poe is the master of mystery and horror, the inventor of the modern detective story, and a true romantic. To put it bluntly, he tells a damn good story.
We’ve all seen the Vincent Price movie versions. Who doesn’t love Vincent Price?
That said, I urge you all to find a quiet corner and READ at least one of Poe’s stories. Just one.
Let me know what you think.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
In the dark
We ran through the streets
Slick with rain
Back alleys
Darkened windows
Broken glass
Rats
The smell of decay
And death.
Then into grand mansions
We’d fly
Cloaks off
The rustle of silk
A white tie
A flash of fang
The smell of wine
Cigars
And blood.
We were young
Carefree
With stories
We shall never
Tell
Our own
Children.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
