A VAMPIRE'S GARDEN
by Wendy M Peterson
Sunday, April 14, 2002
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There is a garden
where very few can roam,
a winter garden not very far from home.
I am alone.
Go past cobwebs glisíning like grey ghosts.
you're the one I want the most.
Go through the gloaming
into my garden of ice and snow,
blooming with rich roses, velvety black and red,
each with perfume of love and the dead.
As I sleep below the roses
loneliness has leached my skin and veins,
I need the love that ebbs and flows
or I will go insane!
Just a sip from your succulent breast
will free me from the pain.
Dig deep beneath the thorny layers
and feed me from your heart
then we can share the midnight hours
and know my magic art.
How I hunger and thirst for your love!
Just a smear will give me power
to become a god again.
Without it I will fade away
like a rose at summer's end.
we are alone...
From the musical play, WINTER ROSES,
by Wendy Maree Peterson