Oh to be in love with the undead is a tricky business

How do I wipe the cringe from my face every time you trace it with a cold finger? 

How do I hold your unblinking gaze?

How do I look unfazed when you stare at me with steely blankness?

But I love you beyond warmth, beyond life, beyond time 

And my singular hope is that this burning yearning, my passion unending is enough to bring the blush back to your cheeks, the warmth of your kisses on my neck, the longing in your loins. 

Until those dreams come true, I share my breath with you. 

© 2016 Anj CP

*A late Halloween-inspired love poem 😊