Waving your hair, your anarchist look
You gaze into an image
immersed in a radiance greater than its own.
You paint the moon on water,
an eye swallowed in a mirror.
You follow the eye of the wall
following you, you turn on it,
a faceless face, as it turned on you.
The stage is set, it is blood you seek
to shadows which as echoes seek to embrace.
Eternal return of the shade, blood,
kiss me hard.
I am the vamp, its clinging lamp,
I am the pyre, phoenix & dust.
I am tides & blood & moon
& I will come again my love
like a red red rose of an abyss
when all the seas gang dry
& the rock melts into the sand
Let me dream of loving you
and disappearing.

After Tesa Duncan Sueño de Vampiro
Translation Amparo Arospide

Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2003
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