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(Poetry) A Gift

It's been a while since I last posted up a poem so I thought I'd kick off again with 'A Gift'. This was written back in 1991 inspired by a combination of early advertising for a brand new roelplaying game called 'Vampire: The Masquerade' which ended up becoming a milestone in gaming history as well love for Anne Rice's "Interview With A vampire" and Poppy Z. Brite's brilliant "Lost Souls". Coincidently "A Gify" has been the most published of any of the poems I have written, which on one hand is good but on the other is a bit of a shame as, whilst I like it, I certainly don't think it's the best of my work.

Anyway, here it is.....

A Gift

Kiss Me sweet now
With lips of deception.
You close your eyes,
So I can’t see
What lies behind them.
You never let me see.

I turn from you
And see a night,
In distant motion,
Where people dream
While others scream in comfort,
And some drink their wine.

 Dream of darkness.
Dream of passion.
Dream of freeing the beast
From where it’s caught,
In the guesthouse,
From where it waits inside.
 
My life closed twice
In the arms of different lovers,
But there’s still a chance
That I’ll live again.
There’s still the lust
That I feel inside.

They say your life is blessed
But, in truth, it’s cursed with hunger
That is never satisfied,
And don’t you wonder,
Sometimes,
Why you bleed?

 Naked and dead
In the streets of a city,
Your fingers clutching
At all you own now,
Your last possession, a gift from a lover,
Of a necklace of blood.
 
Now life is elsewhere,
If living was what you did,
And you can tell your lies in silence,
If silence is what you receive.
No more kisses will be given
From your lips the colour of wine.

 

A GIFT
By A R J Abranson
15/16-07-91
(Taken from 'Wild Card Symphonies')


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