vampyr

when the clock stops moving and the earth is full
midnight’s swan bows to my pillow in bewitching invite


magick returns me,
letting down its hair
flirting in the onyx
rolling cross my tongue


patient lips float in slipstreams wake
a tapestry of chiffon
and unequivocal grace
undressing in the liquid of time
til dawn’s flicker of sun

Bloodstream – Stateless

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