Classic Poem

Whirling your deep and gloomy tresses pour
over your candid body like a torrent,
and on the shadowy and curling flood
I strew the fiery roses of my kisses.

As I disenmesh the tangled locks
I feel the light chill chafing of your hand,
and a great shudder courses over me
and penetrates me to the very bone.

Your chaotic and disdainful eyes
glitter like stars when they hear the sigh
that from my vitals issue rendingly,

and you, thirsting, as I agonize,
assume the form of an implacable
black vampire battening on my burning blood.