So wrong, but right,
Your inanimate picture
Stares out
From a blank screen,
But your voice is tangible
I could almost reach out
And pluck it
From the air.
I want to run my fingers
Through your hair
And caress
The soft creases in your cheeks.
I want to feel your stubble
Rasp across my jaw
As I plant open mouthed kisses
On your yielding lips.
I want to inhale
Your breath
To absorb that warm voice,
That is so palpable to me.
A vampire
Mouth clamped to neck
Sucking on a painful bruise
My exquisite agony.
I’ll see you transform,
And I’ll love you
Even when you become a monster.
I’ll simply lay back
And run my fingers
Through your mane,
Knowing you will keep me safe
Despite the pain.