The Dance

Like shining gems, they captivate my gaze

One dark blue like a midnight sky on a cloudless night

The other green as the vast enchanting sea

He considers me, stripping down my defenses

Caresses me in his arms

Music plays like the opening bars of a movie

Anticipation

Slowing—Speeding—Minor—Major—Whirling

We dance,

I am at his mercy, helpless in his grasp

Sometimes—Unaccountably;

his features shift,

No longer gentle, lustful or sweet

But cruel, cold, and sharp

Fangs protruding from crimson lips

I refuse to shy from him; yet,

Pain sears through my being,

He continues our dance,

I moan when a hand appears,

Explosion and

I am reeling,

Like a gentle lover he explores my newest pain

My scars an interruption in his monotony

Our dance never ends, I fail to waver

Sometimes-- I fight back--

Once- I won,

with assistance

I refuse to be seduced from his arms

I’d rather face the pain of Life gone on--

Than face the kiss of death once more.

He knows my choice and he tests my limits,

Bruises,

blood,

pain,

confusion,

Sometimes the other cuts in - his beauty an utter

Temptation

Eyes pale as the moon barely a color,

He ravishes me with his deep lashed gaze, I melt in his gentle arms

Our bodies intertwine in our dance

Red floor

Shines in the white light, I don’t want to refuse

Utter disregard of the danger I smile

His pale lips upturn, the flirt, he knows our game

Carefully I run my fingers over his alabaster cheek

Pale yet gloriously beautiful.

Then like a tiger, lunging towards it’s unsuspecting prey

He leans forward

Yet

Like the wild dog I evade, lashes brushing his elbow

Dip, spin, back to his arms,

Ever fire filled,

He sighs,

I refuse, I always escape his temptation

Yet I cannot refuse the occasional fling

With sugary Death,

I may never understand life’s pain

Yet, he helps remind me that

I must live my deadly life.