At a glowing glance, I recognized you
Beauty is mine, ageless and abiding
Countries have been slain for a taste of me
Down history’s spiral stair have I walked
Every eye has its own, tidal pull
Fighting the power of mine is folly
Grinning at me like a dog, I saw you
Hesitant, but already hypnotized
Into my orbit you stumbled, guileless
Jesting clumsily with your hungry stare
Knowing you at once, I feigned shy surprise
Looking at you, I knew how you would taste
Many are those like you who have fed me
Not one regretted my sharp, starving kiss
Over to me did you stumble, so young
Playing your part in a hunt old as blood
Queens have envied my sanguine, subtle style
Red is each sip, from slaves or senators
Stolen vitality is strangely sweet
To my gallery of ghosts, you’ll belong
Under my skin, you will surge and ripple
Visit my dreams you might, silent or mad
Whisper you will after I have claimed you
Xenophon tells me a joke, now and then
You were mine as soon as you looked at me
Zoroaster taught me to write poems
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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