last living vampire;
loneliness
was my familiar—
but for once, my lust
and your concern came
teetering back into
phase with each other.
As I opened my mouth
to bare my teeth
and claim consubstantiality
of words and reality,
your lips—which were wet
and pressed close enough
to, at least temporarily,
shut mine up—
felt like not so much
of a big deal by contrast,
and, as such, were
all the sweeter.
