By sarah iristakeroot@juno.com
Date: 30 October 2000
night of houris
i've lived in darkness
maybe nye a few centuries
i've wandered, prey to my own thoughts
my own desires
i would only watch from a distance
the flesh, the blood...the laughter
reaching my immortal ears
my inhuman hearing that can pick up
from across miles, the sweet laughter of a woman
drinking her merlot, as her ringed fingers
and rubied lips touch the lip of her glass
i watch for those moments
and wait for them, seeking them out
seeing the red dripping like life
from those sweet puckered cupids bow lips
and that neck, i want it to curve for me..
arch itself with laughter
so i wandered, searching for this beauty
in the darkness
i've seen the ages fly past me
i've felt my skin turn to rock
i'm a statue, moving fluidly throught the night
seeking a love i have found only in the beating breast
of those who fall tender on stone
maybe its the desire that flashes in my calm blue eyes
if they believed i loved them...i've loved each and everyone
of them....
but never as much as i love to feel them coursing through me
their thoughts their memories
their lust for life flowing into me
and for that moment i am alive
my lovers of light
if they could bring me over one morning
instead of leaving behind in this darkness that cripples me
if only that one heart....
could seek me out
and drink of me
i would live
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