Salvation and Damnation for a Flimsy Vampire
“Because you loved me as it had to be.” ~ Paul Verlaine in “To Arthur Rimbaud”
We love the thought of love and fate combined.
We love the grand idea that lust is out
Of our control, like stormy waters mined
By Nazis. Maybe it is just the pout
Of teenage poet sneering as you strip
His clothes away. Or maybe it is blues
In two tint irises, and maybe lip
(Below the higher, thinner one) like bruise
All swollen. Maybe it is sullen pose,
A body language daring you to make
The move, that move he wants. Or it’s the nose
As supercilious as piercing stake
Right through your resurrected, undead heart.
Who knows what caused that pounding, pounding start?