A Few Snowdrops More

To the girl I met once…

shesaid about the Swisss chocolate she had placed on her tongue

and, three ‘o’s long

but when the snow fell from a branch heavy with time

she shrieked

 

I said, then,

she mused

and with only her life to lose I covered her with my arm, while she pressed herself to my chest, and a huge chunk of snow dropped like a bomb

until all that was left

was to shiver from the warmth

of vhen her mouth met mine

and her lips tormented like wine, straight from the vine

as she giggled, while she wiggled out again

she smiled, y

and vhispered,

then

as I pulled her close once more

under the full boughs of that tall, tall tree

she

reached down and the word died in the back of my throat

she sighed, while under her coat she also unbuttoned her blouse

and

oh the carpet of dry pine needles patterned my back, as she called the wolves that lay within us

and the sensations from her nails tantalised my senses until I ached and she arched and bit my neck

and with tiny snowflakes drifting

I

took her hands and kissed her fingertips

I murmured

she teased, demured, smiled; I replied

she scolded

and my accent melted into hers; molded

she declared, her cold hands under my arms, and I held her, intoxicated by her chocolate-laced charms

And I loved her still decades later

up to her last letter

when I was almost next door

and now, every , alone, I watch the snow

drop

from solitary trees that blossom

*The word, and notion of ‘vampire’ originate from Serbia.

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