Tales of the Vampire Twilight

(Chapter Three)

"Sharing"

When I drink her, I gestate her life in more than my veins. There is the faintest echo to my heartbeat. My skin wards off the night's chill wind with a tinge of added warmth. The gleam of her eyes and the shine of her hair live in the glint of my tears.

She lives eternally young and ever more wise in me, defeating the gravity slide of passing days and years. Each draught of her life is a monument to her prime and the transitory vigor of our love.

She gives freely. She gives in perfect trust. Her sharing demands of me an equal gift. I must make a fortress for her sacrifice out of my love. I must savor every drop and every moment that passes between us. Unconditional must be our bond, for she makes of me a living monument to herself. She is worthy of better than bronze or marble.

As we walk the moonlit streets, as she leans into my body as a windbreak, I see other couples pass by. They exist in towers, they are defended from each other by walls of ego and fetid moats of need. They do not share as we. They will not live forever.

When we return home and I feed, we offer thanks to unseen powers for our release from ourselves and for our perfect communion.

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