Waiting,
waiting
in thirst
in anticipation still.
Our blood moon,
will ascend the velvety sky
above us,
orbiting us.
Its crimson light
will paint our skins
in a carroty hue,
eyes a radiant bleach-white
like the tombstones
where we lay cuddled,
already in ecstasy
before we touch.
Our hands slither
over to the other,
crawling onto,
and attacking.
Slowly,
your petals part
for me
and for me alone.
This, is when
the blood pumps
through me,
out from me.
Parting those petals further…
reveal again to me
those milky eyes and skin…
which my blood will contrast.
Tinges
of blood-red
glint in your eyes,
I witness in this red moonlight.
Your thorns,
tips those fangs rest
upon the sensitive skin
of my throat.
The dagger edges
of your petals fan out,
like reaching arms,
embracing me.
Finally, we spoke,
“I want you.”
“I want you more,”
I declared.
Beautifully penned, Daniel. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
This is dope. I really dug the formatting.
Tight.
Much respect
Naaj