I found you preening near the fountain, your feet delicately dangling to the cobbled streets. There where ancient buildings had a thousand years settled, crookedly shouldering in and out of the light, you sat pensive and alone. The fine veining in your throat gave a slow

--thud thud thud

signal of vitality.

From my high stony perch I stepped into the night air and came around to approach from behind. The sensual darkness seemed to breath
around you. I was bruised by the intensity of your gaze.

Later in my loft we shared passionate kiss while I surprised you with my knife and led you gently to the floor. There I fed. You fed.

We fed.

The luminance of waxing moon frames you in the windowsill. You are wide-hipped and supple.

You are cameoed in beauty . . .

--freed now from the day.



FROM DAD