My Vampiress

This poem is for E______________
and all who wither round her.

My heart, it wavers.
Cold water for my blood-haver.

I turn. “Travail … me déprime”
Well, Z__ disagrees.

“Isnt it good
We’re locked all here together?

We have eachother.
Eachother eachother eachother”

A pretty day, another one,
comfortable again. The cat is out, its warm.

But silent in bed, unshowered, alone,
my host seems thin