He knelt beside his lover
And watched her quietly
With the softest of touches he brought finger tip to skin
Gently above the surface but close enough to feel her beauty
Slowly etching each contour and feature of her face
Her lips require special care
For sometimes his own lips are there
Her neck is slightly cool
Near her heart but far enough
To feel the chill of the nighttime air
He traces her shoulder and his breath disturbs her hair
With the faintest of hesitations he moves in and down
Caressing her breast without making a sound
He slowly smiles and deeply breathes in
And he found what he anticipated
The wound he left is cold and coagulated
In the moonlight his face betrays emaciation
His hunger ate the love
And in that single fit of rage he pierced his purest dove