fangs on my neck,
a reminder of him -
that first,
in days i longed for innocence.
that fire,
that same passion
and darkness
and teeth piercing flesh
ripping skin
drinking life,
taking me to the edge of
the abyss -
so dark,
so warm,
so final.
so end it already,
my antithesis,
my everything.

As of 7/23/02, this piece has been chosen for publication by the Int'l Library of Poetry, and is being added to their "Sound of Poetry" collection.
As of 9/02, I've been notified this will recieve an Int'l Poet of Merit Silver award.