The Blood Of The Poet (2012)

Centuries;
a memory was never meant
to last that long,
and they don't.

The moments from when I was alive
have been reduced to that of
a grain of sand on the beach;
invisible, worthless, unnecessary.

They are lost to the flood of memories
thoughts, visions, dreams
and fantasies of so many others.
The blood holds all,

every moment of life
just waiting to be read,
waiting to be remembered,
waiting to be tasted.

I remember my first poet.
She was elegant and graceful
yet raw and wild in spirit
She overflowed the senses of all she met. 

She wrote as if
the power of divinity
was in her fingertips
capturing all, with her words.

I remember her essence,
a song like no other,
intoxicating, overwhelming,
filling me with hunger.

I could not resist...

It was early in the night
late autumn,
I came to her as the mist
peaceful, on a breeze.

I brushed her skin,
gliding along the surface
unnoticed, uninhibited,
she breathed deep in response.

I wrapped around her slowly
under her gown,
touching every inch
her song echoing into the night.

A willing captive to my spell
she inhaled me taking me in,
making me a part of her
baring her soul.

When I took form
I felt the warmth of her skin,
She trembled slightly from my cold hands
and relinquished her will to resist.

Writhing within my arms
helpless, breathless,
she was moist with sweat
overcome with lust.

My mouth watered
my eyes widened
my grip tightened
my hunger unleashed

I sank into her
the rush filled me,
I had to pull back
just to control myself.

Her song, relentless,
called to me fueling my hunger
I sank in deeper this time,
and drank in the flood of her dreams.

The scent of jasmine
carried on a spring breeze,
the power of a wave
cresting and crashing against the sand,

the sound of a mourning dove
joyful and free leaping to flight,
the passion of a simple touch
from the hand of a lover.

I pulled back again
trying to resist
but my hunger
now screamed for more.

Sinking in even deeper
there were shooting stars
moonlit walks, child's laughter
tears of joy, and sorrow.

I felt the exhilaration of
riding on the back of a horse
it's speed, it's strength,
the wind.

I wanted her, all of her;
every moment
every feeling
every memory,

so I sank in even deeper
piercing through all her barriers,
my hunger was now in complete control.
Acting on pure instinct, I fed with vigor.

Tears flowed from her eyes
her pleasure captured her breath,
all she ever was flowed freely
emptying into me,

and then I found it;
The moment I had so missed,
the sight never to be seen
by my eyes again.

There within her deepest memories,
within her most guarded feelings of pleasure,
the sun rose over the horizon
filling all with hope, warmth and light.

My body shuddered uncontrollably
my skin burned with anticipation
expecting to feel that warmth once again,
but then my eyes opened to the reality.

I slowly pulled back
looking down at her lifeless body,
hearing her song from within

I wept