Poem 440

A bit of projecting going on from this ‘friend’ … someone who thinks urges are for answering and doesn’t like it when it’s too quiet …

Nosferatu

What a strange friend you are
saying those things to me
as if I was a vampire
tearing the ribbons on your letters
or tapping at your glass
in the dark hours

just when I've learned
to sleep through the night
you want to draw out the peg
that peacefully fills the hole

why put me back on blood?
what makes you want to
batter on my shoulders
until the dark wingtips 
jut through?