As the Sun Climbs
  by Brephoenix

lovers embrace snuggled with 
earthy scents swirling

daydreams have painted
themselves over sleeping
eyes, and the warmth

no longer can touch them
through the rise and fall
of the sun, sire and offspring

wait in between sleep and wake
and thirst grows
with each passing minute,
the daydreams become 
night's reality.

Awaken Father
Awaken and drink
from my veins
that I may 
live undead with you.

March '00