Blood Moon Rising
  by Cliff Roberts

LaCroix!

I'm arcing with the asending moon
and it's your memory, tugging at my groin,
making me stir and rise,
engorging with thick, sticky blood,
the delicious red honey
of our special diet.

I imagine you here 
driving me into an infuriating frenzy 
with the tactile sensations of
your lips,
your tongue,
your teeth,
your fangs,
your mouth,
your throat,
your talent,
your love...

my master!

Month '00