Let’s leave our rings forgotten on the table,
And drown this moment in a trembling sin.
The hourglass remains unmoved, inert, unable,
While in the sheets we trade our fluids within.
Like Nosferatu, thirsting still for blood,
We’ll hide as two beneath the moonlit veil.
Beneath the skin our sharpened fangs will thud,
Uncaring of the world that loves to rail.
On full-moon nights when strength begins to fade,
Moaning, pierced by His celestial dart,
We’ll roam the flesh – its winding, long arcade —
Together, till the dawn tears us apart.
22.12.2017
VitaVers 
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