Blood and Chocolate

Kristin Pressey

Two demigods in worship, we embraced
To sip and savor liquid mysteries
That starlit night you called me “Destiny”
And tore the veil away from my white face,
Obliterating walls of ink and lace.
While whispering of what could never be
Star-hunter, you have left your mark on me
A burn-scar that can never be erased.
Forbidden, yes, by fate or circumstance
Though drawn together by the moon above
Still, you had more a conscience than did I
And ended cold our otherworldly dance
Abandoning our dangers once beloved
To stare into a dimmer, foreign sky.

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