Before you tiptoed close
and closer, still
my heart was neither wolf nor crow
as tingles on my lips
from venom
of your misplaced kiss
spread fire
through my vacant veins.
“My blood is warmer now”
I whispered
to this starless night of you.
Fire at Night by Francisco Goya
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February 11, 2018
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This is somehow both enchanting and chilling, Bjorn. Well done.
LOVE:
“still
my heart was neither wolf nor crow”
and the imagery it evokes.
Dark love is always both chilling and fire
Not sure what to make of this. It’s very mythological, Loki wolf and venom and Odin crow.
I wanted it to be like a dream… that special one where not everything was clear
It is dream-like, but a dream by someone who is steeped in Norse mythology.
That’s a little unnerving. There’s something of the night about this.
darkness at least…
Holy Vampires Bjorn! “my blood is warmer now”. I liked the chill and eeriness in this – not your usual romantic kiss.
Sometimes kisses need some venom to warm you
Yes they do.
Embracing the macabre, brother–send a chill down my spine. Vamp poems are always so sensual. I, too, liked the neither wolf nor crow reference.
Thank you Glenn… why not a little bit macabre… it is Monday after all.
I think this might be one of my favourite poems of yours. Something about it just seems to echo at the end.
I think it’s when waking up… the dream echo in the back of your mind
I can imagine blood standing still (frozen) until it flows with that warmth.
I think the tingle of fear is always needed.
This is so well-done–chilling and sensual both. There’s a sort of not knowing if it is real or a dream feeling, and not knowing which you want it to be either.
My imagination is tempted by “neither wolf nor crow” … nice that one.
you have chosen a perfect image to go with your words. it takes courage to go into the darkness to be open to the fire
A blowjob that causes shapeshifting — nice. This is my kind of erotica.
There is vampiric darkness in your quadrille, Björn, especially in the line ‘my heart was neither wolf nor crow’ and the phrase ‘venom of your misplaced kiss’. The alliteration in ‘vacant veins’ is very effective. Dreamlike and entrancing.
Quite cold and dreamlike Bjorn.
Deliciously dark and enticing, Bjorn! Wowww ❤️❤️❤️
“This starless night of you.” Many more questions than answers in this poem. I like that.
The bitterness of a venom kiss. Strong image Bjorn! Love the Goya painting.
A misplaced kiss! I love the imagery in this piece. Imagine what would’ve happened had her aim been better… Good writing, Bjorn!
Such a haunting touch to this poem! I like the starless night of you.
Yeah, there is a creepy cool feel to this. Vacant veins… love it.
“from venom/of your misplaced kiss/spread fire/through my vacant veins.”
Ooh, I love this very much — a kind of dark and mysterious turn to a kiss with a whisper to that “starless night”, which only adds into the sensual allure of your words.
ooh those misplaced kiss. such imagery bjorn 🙂
The lover feels a bit like a scavenger in their own right. The dark delights they offer may come with a cost.
A venemous kiss…..by blood is warmer now…..that whisper. A bit of Poe here in my mind.
It is very dream-like.
Moody, dark love…Great!
Ominous…something of dracula in here. Seductive darkness.
Quite amusing.
Nice phrase: “starless night of you” And association of venom and misplaced kiss.
Wolf nor crow? Reminds me of Game of Thrones
neither wolf nor crow… i love that…
Cold fire in the veins — vampiric, greedy, bereft of pantheon like a starless night. How many did we lose there? Yet the next night I was back at the bar, drinking golden ale. Believing.
Love is such a cruel sport as the loser writhes in agony but no one cares. We often look to the stars for help but deep down know they are no help at all.
kaykuala
as tingles on my lips from venom
of your misplaced kiss spread fire
A kiss not quite connected will leave it tingling on the lips. In this instance, however, it is to good effects
Hank
How a man’s heart would be wolf or crow…maybe only his lover needs to understand.
I agree with the first comment, it is both chilling and beautiful!!
vacant veins – such an excellent trope ~
This one feels steeped in forbidden love: evocative and bone-chilling all at once! Well done!