“The Vampire” (A Poem by Santi Tafarella)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She calls it love

at first sight,

 

so I’ll play with her cliche,

 

let it trip and tickle

back to her

 

upon my tongue, tease

her with it,

 

and by her ear

enter in.

 

This may not be love

at first sight,

 

but if she wants to

play like it is, I’ll play

 

and bite.