Creature of the Night

Blood red, my
Fingers drip

With wanting
What runs away—
So far.

I chase you like a
Like an owl.
 
Quiet as the night
I swoop down

Hoping to catch you
Once more,
Under the moonlight.

We dance our—
Last dance.

Because tonight
You are caught—
In me.

And no matter how hard you fight,
Claw or beg—
You are just a mouse.
And you cannot scream.

Blood red, my
Fingers drip
Not with my blood,
But yours,
 my love.