Saturday, October 17, 2009

dark man

unexpected, a
message from another place,
rock tattoos, clark kent glasses
devastating smile.

intelligence, humour,
interest. I was an
understudy to this drama

watching terrible
horror films, his hand
grazed my thigh.
Like a mythic slavic count, like
a hero of countless harlequin novels,
he rose, commanded,
dark hair flowing over
vampire caresses.

I had forgotten
how it felt
to be
mastered, and
i surrendered.

after, I
nursed my
bruises with
pride, hoped
and feared
he would call again.

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