poems about vampires

Poem #3

i open the window at exactly 11 pm.

a presence forms beside me on the window sill.
i hum contently and tilt my head gently.

the figure and i sat in silence until he was done.

i kissed him goodnight and shut the window.

11:05

i slid down the wall, lost in thought.

the danger i put myself in, every night at 11 pm.

just to feed my ostracized boyfriend.

my gorgeous vampire.