when other creatures
close their eyes
you emerge
seeking warm targets
Hovering in darkness
near luscious flesh
your proboscis tingles
when sucking
as
your belly swells with ruby slush –
is anything more thrilling
than a hemoglobin rush?
Next morning
as you fly against a bright window pane
I wrap soft tissue around you
& your rubicund form becomes
a Kleenex stain
No creature is invincible
& though in darkness you reign
when the sun appears
Mine Is The Day
