You're like a goddess
a desire, a rush
an appendage rising
from my inner being.

You taste my blood
as I taste yours.
Hacate's incarnation
shapely, beautiful.
Your fingernails sharp as fangs.

A demon body with an angel's face
breaking my being
on rocks from giant waves.
Your eyes are an azure ocean
deep, mysterious, full of hazel stars
shimmering on a blood sun horizon
falling deep into a blanket of midnight.

You offer plenty from your table
apples, pudding, a sweet nectar
full of desire I can't bear to do without.
Your fangs cut deep within my heart
an injection that brews our souls into one
I drink your wine and melt into your skin
and savor the long night to come.

. Joel L. Young 2002