I kiss her through you

across the centuries,

my first love

whom you resemble so.


I don’t know

if I believe

in reincarnation


I don’t know

if I believe

in the concept

of a soul.


You kiss me

but really

you are kissing her,

the girl you left behind

several states away,

love interrupted

before it could

grow beyond a crush.


You only love me

for my fangs,

the pain I give you

that you’d rather not

give yourself.

I love you

because you taste

like something new

and something familiar.


We hold each other

in the darkness

and share the pain

of being alone.