The Vampire

The vampire tried to bite me, in a dream I had once 
Instead, he bit my finger
I woke up with my heart pounding 
My finger hurt

The vampire was someone I adored 
He glided through my days like a slim, dark silhouette 
He was always quiet – quiet, I thought
Because he was elegant and reserved 
But quiet he was, because he had no soul

I tried to kiss the vampire one night 
We were standing outside in damp and cold air
Mist swirling

I kissed him on the cheek 
Then, I kissed him on the lips
I closed my eyes – I kissed him again, and he touched my face 
Like he was holding me back
Like he was caressing me 
When I opened my eyes, my throat hurt

The vampire liked dark movie theatres
He liked to walk alone, at night

In my dream, I thought I loved the vampire 
But when he leaned to kiss me
His teeth glistened in the moonlight 
And I was afraid.