I'm writing this poem from inside a classroom and its rather dark in here.
Today's mood:
https://youtu.be/P_i1xk07o4g
Gambling for Lonely Girls
He bites my neck and I roll my eyes back in my head and think of Neil Gaiman's "vampire sestina"
"It is a lonely game, the quest for blood"
His tongue paints a line from the pointing arrow of my collarbone
Up to the corner of my jaw and I shiver
My gut rolls some dice and they all come out snake eyes
So many ones staring at me as I shiver
And he gently draws the silky skin of my neck between his teeth again
An insistent tugging, wanting, desiring
His hand slides around the back of my neck and he pulls my head down
And for a moment his gaze catches mine
With both eyes I fell held in place
I struggle to breath air in the dark velvet emptiness of his pupils
I never could remember the rules to black jack
Just a simple game, the numbers adding to twenty-one
I always had a hard time laying my cards on the table
His hands palm the whole deck of me
And his clever fingers turn the spades of me
He will always be closer to twenty-one and I don't know if I should let him (w)in.
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