In The Heat Of The Tropical Moon

In The Heat Of The Tropical Moon

A Poem by Tina Kline
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In the vampire's point of view.

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It is hot in San Juan

              Somehow

    I saw fireflies

Real -

-  or just images

Dancing before my hungry eyes

         The thirst burned within me

A very real thing      

         A living thing

My fangs ached

         To ease this pain

To have exotic mens blood

         Soothing down my throat

To bring life

         Back into my cold body

As the bleeding San Juan sun sank

         Sizzling below the Latin American Horizon

I flowed forth

         Blonde - Blue eyed vampire

In a world of black hair

         And dark brown eyes

The lusting males were easy

         Eager for my deadly embrace

For a second of false love

         They fed me their life giving blood

In this city of many

         No one cared

When another man disappeared

         Into the slums

Into the back alley streets

         Where another San Juan man

Became a vampire’s feast

 

 



 


© 2011 Tina Kline


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In this city of many
No one cared
When another man disappeared
Into the slums

Creepy.........vampires who lust for life and the weak who give it........so well written, with great imagery, I love the way you created a story in this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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Greetings from the host of the contest "Of Blood and Eternity".

It seems that here is another interesting piece. No less the vampire's story for its exotic locale, I find that I like it. It paints a picture of darkness, gritty alleys where smiling, eager men lose their lives to to the fangs of someone so seemingly innocent. I see predators becoming prey. It adds a sense of subtle, menacing omnipresence to the vampire. They are everywhere, their myths at least. For who can say if the vampire was, is, or could ever be, real? We have only our imagination and secret fears to while away the nights with in that regard.

This is a good piece about vampires and something I am glad I was able to read. Thank you for sharing this with those of writerscafe, and more recently, me.

I wish you luck in my contest.

-Caradoc

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tina Kline

11 Years Ago

Thanks very much!
Nice and bloody, a proper vampire. Nice pen upon this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Spooky. I never been to San Juan, either, but
my mom was there on her honeymoon years ago.
She didn't talk about the people much, just the water
and the lizards! lol I enjoyed the read

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Whew! Another very lethal and deadly sexy vamp! I like, very much I like.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Another vampire tale of a vamp female who knows how to get what she needs and wants, love this one too! Lethal and seductive.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

In this city of many
No one cared
When another man disappeared
Into the slums

Creepy.........vampires who lust for life and the weak who give it........so well written, with great imagery, I love the way you created a story in this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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Added on October 26, 2010
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