:: The
Ingredients Of Her Soul ::
Her soul was so soft
I had to check the ingredients on the box
To ensure it wasn't synthetic
(Man made souls are everywhere now)
She
asked if I would stay with her
While she painted her toenails
In the blackness of night
By
now her fingers were so used to
Feeling in the dark
That she read my skin like Braille
She
said we must have been lovers
In a previous life
But I saw no resemblance in her to
Cleopatra or Joan of Ark
Perhaps she had me mistaken for another slave
I
drank the sleep of eleven comas
And when I awoke
(14 minutes before I fell asleep)
She was gone
The
vampire had changed shape
And left me howling at the moon
I was unable to control my desire
To live on it's lunar surface
I
sent her an electronic message
Telepathically
But her mailbox was full
Perhaps
she stepped off the planet
For a quick smoke
Or a bite of the Milky Way
Either
way
I was alone again
Only
this time
Much
lonelier
