The Vampire Love Sonnets
by pinkyandrexa aka Sara L. Russell
10th April 2011.

I: Awaken (Miranda, to Adam)

“The night-black hair framing your lovely face,
The petal-softness of your frozen cheek;
My fingertips and lips desire to trace
The outline of this throat that leaves me weak.
Your pale, sleek body, sprawled across the bed,
Majestic; so alluring by moonlight.
More beautiful, belonging with that head,
With dreams of sanguinary love tonight.
Incense and opium sweeten the air,
Your softly-parted lips invite my kiss;
Your clothes lie neatly-folded, on the chair,
All my immortal nights were lived for this!”



II: Dark Angel (Adam, to Miranda)

“A sudden vision overwhelms my eyes;
Some fallen angel; dangerously-wild,
Above my bed, while outside, stormy skies,
Bring me to tremble, like a helpless child.
Dark angel, I know not from whence you came,
Or why you hover over me tonight,
Yet all my senses burn to sigh your name;
My skin’s enraptured where your hands alight.
Whether I be in heaven or in hell,
I care not; all that matters is your touch.
Then let me burn for having loved too well,
Or punish me when passion proves too much.
Dear lady, I shall fall without a fight.
Come, let me be enslaved to you this night.”


III: Arise

He kissed her as she sank against his chest,
Sighed deeply as she bit his tender throat,
Pulling him close; and with him closely-pressed,
Listened in awe, to every shivered note;
To every gasp that tried to form her name,
While yet they writhed together on the bed;
Until at last her feral beast lay tame,
Soon to arise – deliciously undead.
Anon he opened wide his sea-green eyes,
Whose pupils flashed with fire of scarlet hue;
Anon he smiled, with fangs feline in size -
Most mischievous of smiles she ever knew.
“Sweet lover, I am risen out of death”
He murmured, with his first immortal breath.

V: Baptism of Blood

He rose to the occasion once again,
Then twice again, as most immortals can;
Delighting in pleasure suffused with pain,
Knowing she made him more than just a man.
They drank deep of each other’s crimson blood,
Blood-brother-to-blood-sister, intermixed;
All time seemed endless, lost in passion’s flood,
Until they lay spent, face-to-face, transfixed.
“Adam” she whispered “will you stay with me?”
She waited silently for his reply.
“Miranda, I’m ensnared eternally”
His answer came surrendered through a sigh.
And though vampire lovers often play rough,
This skirmish led its combatants to love.

IV: Fresh Blood (Adam, to Miranda)

“Miranda, sweet Miranda, come away,
Night creatures play, the breeze whispers your name;
Come out with me before night yields to day,
And daylight brings its all-consuming flame.
Long moments spent at leisure by your side
Rendered me weak; soon comes the searing thirst.
Fresh blood awaits our pleasure now, outside;
Come hunting, else this racing heart may burst.
Miranda, how my hunger aches for you,
Ask for my blood and I would give it all.
Love is more beautiful for being true;
Come out Miranda, answer to my call!
The portal to the garden’s open wide,
Love, come away, into the great outside.”

VI: First Flight

Miranda lifted up her dreaming head
Pushed back her heavy locks of flame-red hair,
Flew from the rosewood casket of her bed
As dust motes scattered in the moonlit air.
“Methinks I hear sweet love calling my name”
She murmured, floating to the window sill,
“And lovers were not all fashioned the same;
My kiss created you, and draws you still.”
She fluttered through the open chamber doors
Into the coolness of the breath of night,
Towards the voice of he whom she adores
To where she and her lover still take flight.
They kissed beneath the stars, and very soon,
Flew off into the pale light of the moon.

 
 Published in Poets of Blood Volume 2: Bleeding For a Cause
 (paperback) on Oct 11th, 2011.