The second of this week’s five monstrous haiku – I delight in blood – is that classic image of erotic danger from vampire tales. A fair maid’s breast is exposed and she sighs with pleasure as the sensitive skin is kissed by an enigmatic stranger, unaware as a trickle of blood escapes… a rivulet of red over pale trembling flesh… see how she breathes!
o scarlet mine
why do you run
from my lips?
A beautiful and erotic image, but what happens next? Does she wake up dead – or undead, rather – or alive, weak and inevitably confused? Does she become a slave to the vampire’s will, or a discarded victim haunted by traumatic memories of something impossible? Is the best case scenario really that she remains forever blissfully ignorant of how she was used and violated, or is it be better to forever cherish the memory of that exquisite moment of absolute desire?
Would you embrace the vampire? Or would you be the vampire?