The Yin and Yang of Desire

Living in the darkness

Delighting in shadows

But still craving those decadent rays

It’s almost as if this Vampire was in love

With Summertime

If only once I could taste the glow

The soft folds of roses dance with sunflowers

Stolen from the maidens of Time

A blushing, torn and silky mess

I crumble

Soft bulbs buried deeply in earth

Poke up through delicate toes

I forget what wanting feels like

But the ocean knows my name

Sacred tendrils float up

To the soft skin covering my bones

I trade roses and sunflowers

For anemone and forlorn

Silver teardrops grace supernatural lovers’ eyes

The smoky swirls of water

Are my only tangible delight

I smell dew drops

I feel fine

So Circe leave me be

Just send me gifts of kingdoms

And rivers

And flowers

As I curl-up in hollow sentience