Bare

I throw my head back
In vampiric laughs,
In lust, thinking -
Yes, my throat is bare to you.
And my blood is sweet and fresh,
My life ready for your taking.
At my first breath of command you would
Suck me dry, and I am aware of this.
My love, I forgive you for this.

After all, I chase you like I chase the black butterflies
Across dark and threatening September skies.
I seek the bad omen and misfortune that your love lays on my heart.

Together we cross the river Styx
And my heart beats strong
In the sweetest kind of fear.
I kiss your lips.

This is the most dangerous of undertakings.