Blood is an acquired taste
‘tis warm and sickly
and sticks to the teeth
a surfeit makes me puke.
I judge my victims as a connoisseur
a sip here, a mouthful there.
I never kill
and am careful to cause no pain
to those who sleeping nourish me
and calling once I never call again.
So if one morning you awake,
stretch, and remember
dark dreams of
falling
falling
if your neck is sore
a mark that wasn’t there the night before
be not afeared ’tis but a sign
i give thee thanks
i have drunk thy wine.