Vampire Love
(Or there's a thin line between sanity and reality)
by Virginia Wilcox

Are you soulmate or gods' demon?
Do you love me or haunt me?

I don't walk gently in my prison,
    this endless night to which I am condemned.
I run headlong ... screaming ... crying
    ... not knowing why
    or even where I'm going.
You don't reach out to pull me back.
Where is your hand?

There's a touch,
    fingers caressing my memories.
But it fades before I can grasp it.

Father. Brother. Lover.
You call yourself all three.
    My cursed trinity.
But when I pray for you in the dark night 
    you aren't there.
I clutch the folds of satin sheets ...
    I'd rather be holding you.

August '98