My Vampire Queen

You came like an angel
but your wings were dark
curiosity sparked like flint
suddenly a myth
"Love at first sight"
which I persistently doubt
proving logic
can yet be one
of many delusional shrouds

Our imagination
and creative shenanigans
have made love
more satisfying
than the orgasmic penetration
of the penis into
the vagina

Years later
there is still contact
but we have lost
the magical words we spoke
and still
I am in love

Maybe you have moved on
playing this game
called "Real life"
but so have I
yet I have taken this
pulsating heart
which beats and echoes
into the drunken night
I have taken it
and placed it
into a nostalgic shoe box
which I keep in my closet

When I am at my most lonesome
I bring it out
and taste the hopeful blood
it pumps
knowing some day
in a realistic plane
your eyes will meet mine
fixed in a dream like gaze
and we will remember
our imagination
and with our weathered lips
chapped and cracked by the many seasons
since the first day
we will engage
in a lucid kiss
and with this
it will feel like death
the stars will align
the moon
will shine it's brightest
this event
will be equivalent
to a biblical reference

O, my narcissistic vampire queen
how I still love you
how I always will
regardless of this poem's
seemingly prophetic optimism
If the day I am buried
six feet deep in soil
and our lips don't meet
my lips will still smile
because your pale face
will never leave my decayed heart