Need is moon

My need is moon: the way it silvers nape,
your neck with veins pulsating, waiting
as the paleness of my hands, as snakes
are reaching; I’m a shadow; more a shape
of want. Your breath still shallow; longing
craving for a sacrifice: for me your warmth;
You sigh: “In darkness is my true belonging”.
You tense as from behind I wrap my marble arms
around you waist, and trace your earlobes
with my icy tongue. “I’m ready to be dead
alive with you”, you meet me with your lips
as midnight tolls, with moon you flower spread
and when you climax from you neck I sip
my needs from you, and as your heartbeat cease
your eyes turn green; your smile is pale, diseased.

Vampire II, by Edward Munch

Today I host at toads, and I want you to write about the creatures of the night. Not the nice and cute of trick or treat, but the true horrors and lust that undeads bring.
I will also link up to Poetry Pantry tomorrow morning.

30 responses to “Need is moon”

Wow!! This here literally gives me the chills “I’m ready to be dead
alive with you”, you meet me with your lips as midnight tolls” a most dark and delicious write! 💜

This is beautiful X
~SS

Yee-ikes!! 😧

This has left me a bit breathless …. wow.

Such intense hunger… only to be matched by the creepiness of that cold tongue and that hard, cold flesh. *shivers*

This scene is so vivid I can actually see it. Stellar!

The pacing in this just has a such a marvelously breathless feeling that intensifies the already intensely passionate imagery.

“My need is moon” – sounds like a lunacy defence.

I’m a shadow; more a shape of want…that is scary even in daylight. Shadows lurking reminding us of our weaknesses….

Indeed, this poem is very suitably creepy with its deeply disturbing ‘love’ tale! Halloween writing at its finest.

as your heartbeat cease
your eyes turn green; your smile is pale, diseased.

It has that kind of effect and impact for creatures of the night. It gives the creeps!

Hank

Oh, this is eerie, you have captured the madness in those dark corridors of night.

Whoa – this is some killer imagery Bjorn.

A creepy masterpiece!

Intense and chilling.

Wow! is correct – that simple trite, fulsome, absolutely on-target exclamation… both chilling, and sensual… brilliant piece! (as usual)

“I sip my needs from you” makes me shudder! Well done!

This one is so perfectly sensual and representative of Halloween. Beautifully done!

OK OK now that I have shit my pants I’m locking my door. 🙂 🙂

oh! this is dark scary Bjorn
Thanks for dropping in at The Sunday Standard today

much love….

The icy touch is creepy yet sensuous at the same time. I think Victorian Gothic was very much inspired by sexual repression – the dark side is tantalizing.

The “build” of this piece is masterfully done – culminating in that gothic-esque, spine-tingling close.

Bjorn, wow! Love how you used moon as an adjective, or is it adverb….it is beautifully, memorably penned. Good thing I’m not going to sleep any time soon…

Seductive and chilling–I love this dark and scary piece!

Chilling, Bjorn. It exudes sensuality but at the same time, horror.

Perhaps vampires have no reflection because their desire in us is so dark. The poem cusps gorgeously with a climax of neck.

You did well with your prompt, Bjorn. Thank you it was a fun write. You followed the ritual well also, giving us insight with your amplification along the way. In the end, I’d rather not have been seeing her die.
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