My nose tingles as I think about how your blood must taste, my eyes water at the thought of your pain, leaving me full of the utmost ecstasy. This dreading kiss I cannot hold from you any longer, where are you? Upon a perch I sit waiting for you to walk past the market on your way home from work. With a basket in hand and your bonnet tied neatly around your neck I wish to undress it... to feel your warmth against my cold hands as I give you the kiss that you have held from all but me.  "Come to me." whispering through the wind, I pray that you hear my words. You stop right below me only to fix your skirt, I choke with anticipation, dare you look up? Or shall you move on? I clasp my heart; it's as if I am alive once again. I freeze entirely and think of your past names.

Once a long time ago, when I was a living woman, I met you as a man... you went by the name of... Francis.

To forget your face? Impossible; broad shoulders, and smooth skin, a squared off jaw with high risen cheeks, dimples only when you smile, and lips not to thin or too thick, almond shaped eyes that glistened from a distance even in moonlight, a long yet slender nose that enticed me to look at you even longer. I recall your towering figure as you stood before me... yet at the time I wore the bonnet, and I parted my freshly powdered skirt... I only wish you would have held me then and kept me in your arms away from all harm, this dream... this dream I've dreamt for so long, has become my worst nightmare. Only If you could protect me from what I have become. I've killed you.

Yet again many years later, I found you again, but with my pale complexion, and long spiraling hair, that caressed the small of my back, and deep inset eyes that captured a person by fault left me stranded and out of your league, due to you being a beautiful woman by the name of Eva who looked down at me... the one who stood upon your corner and listened to your passionate songs that you tuned from your violin. And to the one I loved I was a prostitute. I've killed you.

Only for you to return again and again as, Helix, Beau, Malay, and on and on! I scream in my mind the relentless pain that has devoured me. Eating and eating, away, away... I no longer cry at your death only to realize you will return again as, Helix, Beau, or Malay, to once again be my love, companion, and meal. I savor myself for you and the day we switch places until then I watch you from above, I attack. I've killed you, Little Bo Peep has become the sheep. On and on you return , you return...

Come to me again as a man, as Helix or Francis, you do return but 100 years in the future, and again, and again I watch you from above, you now go by the name of Essere, I desire you more, you are not a mere human but a prince, how lucky? But as I watch you live your love life from spring to fall, I cry, I cry. But still I watch from above, do you dare look up? Or shall you move on? You look up! With radiant eyes you glare into mine, you smile ever so frantically and I almost fall into your arms. You appear behind me and hold me close, your sharp teeth puncture my rotting skin, and we both become aroused, in the glistening moonlight we howl like wolves.