Blood Woman

Blood woman,
With her fang eyes.
I am something to discard,
Isn't that utterly romantic?
Who needs a diamond ring
When we both have empty skin.
I can see her boredom with me,
It is borderline erotic.

Her eyes are a mystery.
But her thoughts,
Those are written on my walls in blood.
I know everything she thinks of me,
Her love overwhelms me.

White teeth bare my way,
How a lioness snarls at her mate.
Mustn't we be soulmates?
There is no evidence opposed.
She is hypnotic,
Through windows and distances.
But proximity would be cold,
This space is heated and tense.