your vampire lover wants now to enter you
a good thing in the way this is
as invasion and disease are good also
passion and certainty they bring
imagine yourself free from here all doubt
doubled up in the morning
worshipping
him in there wrapped around
your bowels like a baby sucking on
your spleen for sweet juices
your own dear tapeworm
making love just to you
only so does he care for intimacy
in your waves of expulsion he
—convulsed in squeaking sinks
these must be the throes of passion
he thinks
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