Threshold

[LunaDeLore]

Threshold 

Once, when she gave permission
It was a vampire who dipped his toe
across the threshold.
She smiles, unsuspecting. He stays-
because she can't make her mouth form the words
to make him go.
She dances like a snake for him
In one light on the dance floor
Deadly and beautiful, her eyes are shadowed, top lit
He doesn't need to see them to know her thoughts
Windows to the soul and all that--true, yes
But even sightless--there is touch
something electric in the fingertips
he drags along her collarbone.
Telling her things
Turning her on, telling her things
Watson, come here I need you
Breath like a stone,
Skipping

Is it her fault the vampire
finds her beautiful? Her fault she's 
Hooked by the way he hurts her?
Betrayal--in the eyes
A pebble down an empty well.
There is no love in those eyes
green, roiling with a venom she can't expel
It turns counter-clockwise in the stomach
Wanting out, words pushing against the back of her teeth
But don't...but don't. Shh
His gentile fingers at her temples
blinders calm the filly-
With his touch the junkie gets her fix
Somnolent pliable bliss
She holds his face like a loving cup
Precious,delicate
Forgiven, forgiven
Yes

Carousel 
So good, so up and down
She loves the ride, loves the thrill
Loves the thought
He curls his toes into her gray matter,
scans her thoughts from above
Highlights in neon, favorite secrets
Chuckling. While she is laid bare, just laid
Bleached like a bone in Arizona
well past death
But the memories of it were so good,
So up and down, she goes often
Pays willingly, digs deeply
Fingers clawing in her pockets
For the fare.

Vanity,

I somewhat feel like this poem should be chalked up to brainstorming a vampire romance novel. Yet, the biggest turn off for me was reading L3 or S1; when I came across the word "threshold." You gave up the title to quickly and it was a let down. I wanted to dig for it in the meat of the poem or get slapped in the face by it in the final impact.

None the less, good work.

Keep writing

Luna