unexpected, a
message from another place,
rock tattoos, clark kent glasses
devastating smile.
surprised,with
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
wanton
pride, hoped
and feared
he would call again.
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