In The Heat Of The Tropical MoonA Poem by Tina KlineIn the vampire's point of view.It is hot in San Juan Somehow I saw fireflies Real - - or just images Dancing before my hungry eyes The thirst burned within me A very real thing A living thing My fangs ached To ease this pain To have exotic mens blood Soothing down my throat To bring life Back into my cold body As the bleeding San Juan sun sank Sizzling below the Latin American Horizon I flowed forth Blonde - Blue eyed vampire In a world of black hair And dark brown eyes The lusting males were easy Eager for my deadly embrace For a second of false love They fed me their life giving blood In this city of many No one cared When another man disappeared Into the slums Into the back alley streets Where another San Juan man Became a vampire’s feast
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