Vampire Coast

When the days were newer and the sea
Growled and gnawed my ankles while I yelled
It gave me a bite of itself.

I live on a vampire coast, and my salted blood
Has reared generations of them as I reached
Across the sidewalk.

We keep our ouroboros mouths locked
In a devouring kiss upon the slick skin
Round about us.

Hunger is our native flag. Hunger our native
Flower. Tongues snap in the breeze, piercing
Concrete and asphalt.

We can float on the thick air and rough
Warmth while their string appendages
Madrigal our blood.

I live on a vampire coast.
I dream myself its were-sea.