transparencies and trees
pulse through the crypt
a face awake
to see the sky
in reverse
gently
she is not a contradiction
vampires see with fluorescence
their motion is like film,
like flight
la captive no more you
release the full throttle of
voice
and reverse fairytale
deaths
in the closet there
is ghostly love
and madness is another form
of still-alive
overcome by hunger,
slipping out of sight
they are often in pain
they are no angel
animal
words are their vice
the vampire’s desire is a
cut in the fabric of
this world
and the body needs shifting
to love
the undone energy of
vampiric work
irrecuperable
under the radar
they make
love songs
on the beach
their pornofilms
still hover in the sky
above the island
where they fought with cameras
in hand
and delicious disguise