Divine darkness in my keep
from my cold coffin's oblivion,
inside looking out.
Feasting in my dreams
as the dusk awaits,
in reflections I swoon.
From the shadow of thorns,
and sins of my father
lusting petals of virgins.
As their innonence moans,
thirsting for my demons
neath the velveteen moon.
From my cold coffin's oblivion,
and the shiny tea quarters,
forever, my vampire love.
As I nourish your tender leaves
in maiden wear of black lace,
of our sacred place.
This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than
storiesspace.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.
<a href="https://www.storiesspace.com/stories/poetry/tender-leaves.aspx">Tender Leaves</a>