NovemberMist Poetry (5)

You came to me in winter, 
On aprils frost you flew,

Stirring up the leaves,
with a bitter wind you blew.

You told me all your secrets,
and shared with me your pain,

And then you left me guessing,
Drowning in your name.

Walking the streets he searches for a thrill,
Listening to the heartbeats, he’s waiting for a kill.
He could have any of them, but he wants one who will be a challenge,
One who takes skill,
One who he can chase make the dead blood in his veins race,
One to seduce , who will later beg for him to take that bite,
He smiles into the night.
He walks past the clubs, and sees party girls and thugs,
Drunkards singing in the pubs, and whores selling themselves from the corner of each street, he licks his lips, just like pieces of meat.
But he hasn’t found her yet, he searches still,tonight is a special night, he wants one who will put up a fight, to succumb to his will.
Because it’s his birthday, and he feels 21 even though many centuries have gone since he turned that age and turned to the night, since he last saw sunlight.
Then he smells her, down a side street, so sweet, she is in some smokey cafe, he can feel the jazz , can taste the beat.
He walks in , sits at the bar, she’s in the back, dressed all in black, a cynical eye on the stage, a book in one hand, the other playing with a loose page. He orders a drink, a bloody mary, send it to that woman, he says with a hundred dollar bill slipped to the barkeep, who’ll keep it from the till.
A moment later, the drink is back,“I don’t drink” says a smoky voice, “but thanks for the thought” next thing he knows, she’s half way across the floor, nearly out the door, but he’s next to her in a beat, he follows her onto the street.
“want to get something to eat?” all he wants is her meat, human food makes him sick, but that’s not the point. He takes her to some fancy joint, dark enough to pretend to eat, and not be caught.
He knows he is attractive, and not many can fight his deadly will, but still, she resists, and makes him beg for every word. While she sips lemonade out of a chilled wine glass,
Hours pass, he wants this night to last, but he’s so hungry, so he decides it’s time,
to get her somewhere alone so he can dine on that fine human wine.
They leave the bar, and head to a hotel, it’s not far.
She smells of innocence, jazz and perfume, soon she’s undressed on the bed in the gloom .He takes her neck, sinking his teeth into that sweet flesh, she tries to scream but like a dream no sound comes out, and he takes and takes till she can take no more, leaving her pale and spent, dying on the floor. He pulls on his clothes, he’s out the door, he feels no remorse, no sadness, no shame, she served her purpose, it was a fun game. He takes to the night, searching for another bite.
He never even knew her name.

Walking under the trees,
the wind sighing in the eaves, and kicking up leaves.

Thinking of times long past,
Times that went too fast, times that didn't last.

Will summer ever come?
You're waiting for the sun.
Waiting for a better day.

You sigh and walk by.
"Too late" you murmur to the winter sky.
"Too late"

Walking stick,
Beat up blue,
Hand in hand,
Me and you.

On the window,
On the chair,
Raindrops falling,
In my hair.

Broken whisper,
Inside out,
Upside down,
Then we shout.

Under water,
In the sea,
In the rain,
You and me.

Braided hair,
Shave your cheek
Another year,
Another week.

Christmas trees
Old and grey,
Gone tomorrow
Here today.


Sunlight, starlight,
Around once more,
In the bathroom,
on the floor.

Morning, evening,
Afternoon,
Wishing well,
Come home soon.

King of thorns,
On your throne,
Judging us,
So alone.

With your pain,
You laugh at mine,
So high and mighty,
Regal , fine.

Isolated,
With all your things,
On your throne,
The king of kings