The Blood

The Blood beckons to me,
It’s enticing red hue calls my name.
The expected copper taste,
Awakens my appetite.

I pull her close,
Nestling my face against her neck.
In the smoothness of her neck,
The large vein dances near my lips.

I let the tip of my tongue,
Briefly touch the vein,
To feel its pulse.
I moan in rapture.

My mind lapses,
Thinking of where this could have led,
Eons ago.
But now it can end in only one way.

I sigh deeply,
Bear my sharp piercing teeth,
Bite down swiftly and forcibly,
And find life through another.

Roy Richard
May 2023