Drawing In
by Glen Wilson
Drawing In
After Munch’s The Vampire
You misunderstand me my dear,
I’m not here to sink my teeth in,
to draw blood, to take away life;
No this pinch of your bared skin
is a fresh gap for me to get through
weave into the flow of your veins,
taste the deeper parts, forming new
thoughts that haven’t chosen words.
Let my breast bear your heads lead weight,
My red hair drops over your eyes,
this is a night to not see straight.
Do not let what you fear make you flee
this one sided exchange between us
for all rivers succumb to the sea.
Writers Bio
Glen Wilson lives in Co Armagh with his wife Rhonda and children Sian and Cain.
He has been widely published including work in The Honest Ulsterman, Iota, Boyne Berries and The Interpreters House. He won the 2014 Poetry Space competition and was shortlisted for the Wasafiri New Writing Prize.
He is working on his first collection of poetry.
Twitter @glenhswilson
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