Written in 2009 to a friend "with a fixation on the vampiric".
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I will drift into the light
but only for an instant.
I will dwell in the darkness,
near you, feeling your presence
in the soft sound of your pulse,
quickened when you become aware
that I am nearby, patient and content
to wait until the revelers are gone
and you invite me to stay the night.
I will drift into the light
but only for an instant.
I will lay beside you, warming to you
as your life nourishes me and you see
the colour return to my grey flesh,
signalling my rare hours of mortality.
my heat now more than a memory.
my hunger for more than your blood.
my need for you never more regent.
I will drift into the light
but only for an instant.
I will share my flesh, my voice, my dreams,
mad and made of the desire for you
that draws me out of the darkness
just long enough to be your lover
as I hover above you, then ride your need
to have me bleed my life into you
as the spell of your urgent urges consumes.
I will drift into the light
but only for an instant.
I will kiss you with lips that taste of you.
I will touch you with hands that worship you
as the final tenuous thread binding me to life
as I enter you and center myself in your passion,
casting aside the guards and wards I've placed
about my existence as protections against
the very vulnerability you demand and command of me.
I will drift into the light
but only for an instant.
And the night will not end before I have fed
and you have bled and I have said all the things
that are true and purposeful between lovers
no matter what their spheres and fear and tears
and only God hears and knows what passes here.
But we have our memories, and you have some of me
left inside of you, as I have of you inside of me.
I drift into the light
but only for an instant.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.