 Yours Is The Night . . . when other creatures close their eyes you emerge seeking warm targets Hovering in darkness just above luscious flesh your proboscis tingles while sucking Your belly swells with ruby slush - is anything more thrilling than a hemoglobin rush? Next morning as you fly against a window pane I wrap soft tissue around you & your ruby stomach explodes: a tiny Kleenex stain No being is invincible & though in darkness you reign when the sun is out you seek escape |
