Sensuous and Strong as the Serpent

Note: this poem was written at a time when I was brainwashed by religious ideas that made any kind of physical displays of affection seem immoral if they could lead to sexual reactions. This created some tensions with my first wife - Lynn Denise Krupey. She was born with a genetic illness ( though it was terminal, meaning likely to result in death, I lived as if a cure would be found first). So, she couldn't get married because "the state" would consider us a "couple" in the traditional sense - a man with a woman. 

We used the words fiancee and fiancé and fiancee as if our friends and acquaintentances were going to report us to the state as two people living as a married couple.  At the time, I believed there was a God and that we were married in the eyes of God without a priest (I was Catholic) allowing for a wedding to occur. Lynn was a bit uncomfortable with this poem because it seemed to depict making love, aka sexual activity, as dirty or bad. 

This idea of what we were doing to express our love as being something I regretted only came up on about 3 occasions in many years (over 6 years) that we lived together. Each time, Lynn asked if I regretted things that we do together. When she asked the question, I obviously felt shame that I would regret showing and expressing love for one another. 

I regret that she had to ask that question EVER. If I believed in something sacred or holy ever in my life it would find no greater expression among the generations of people who made my existence possible than that which Lynn and I did and shared with one another to say, "I love you."

Sensuous and Strong as the Serpent

This vampire lived
a lustful life
nourished and satisfied 
by flesh on flesh - 
She with the strength of the serpent.

Tonight she hold
a young man, barely 20,
who is list in her dark red eyes.
For a brief while,
he was convinced he had the upper hand.
Seeking to overpower her,
with his 6 foot muscular frame,
to her five and one half feet...
 

He thought she would be an easy
victim
to staisfy 
his desires and need for power,.

With each motion he made,
she wrapped more of herself into him,
hands, arms, legs around him.
Till there was only the sound of blood
Beating louder,
pulsating
throbbing. 

As he struggles for air,
in this last dearm of his life,
Somehow he finds a pleasure
in her pulsating blood-red eyes.

Her pointed teeth rested
against his pulsating artery.
There was jus their rhythmic motions
as she consumed all of him
up to his last breath.
 

Not a drup of his blood was spilled,
she had not intended to kill,
in fact, she herself
was wounded in his attack.