the vampire years

we were vampires
in our twenties.
out all night with our
bat wings,
dressed in black.
carousing the dark
caves
of music and drink,
fluttering near
girls with bright lips
and tight clothes,
tender necks.
we wanted to
make them our own.
to bring them
home to our webbed
nests.
we were upside down
for years, not caring
about the daylight
hours,
avoiding the sun,
delaying the eventual
tomorrow when we believed
there would be
no more fun.