A wish, from a Vampire….
Tracing my fingers
across your skin
is like drawing
a bath:
the rushing water,
the stampede
of your heart.
The way the water
pools and swirls,
the lines
in your knuckles.
The quiet stillness,
a fountain of safety,
a lake
creamy and pale.
The light bouncing
up onto the ceiling,
the sparkle
in your eyes.
My reluctance to leave
once fully submerged,
stroking every side
touching every curve.
Your goosebump relief
sinking in, to be swaddled
in my bathwater arms.
© Kristiana Reed 2018
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