My blood My deep red flowing blood Flowing in joyous delight Through the caverns and crevices Of my life My good red blood Racing in anticipation Of things yet to be revealed Full of curiosity Feeling no restraint Innocent of dangers Powerful beyond my knowing….yet…..
My good red blood My hot red blood Wishing to be seen Sticky on my thighs What is this new wonder My blood My deep red blood Turning brown On my slim white skirt Time of revelation Time of consternation For this good red blood Singing like a river of celebration Through my now woman veins My blood My good red hot Maiden blood Called back to the Earth Running down my legs Leaving little red pools On the fresh mown grass
I just had a thought-vampire stories involve a woman falling in love with a competent, but dangerous, man. Dracula came out in 1897, when the women's movement was strong, soon to result in women's suffrage. Vampire stories often involve a woman giving up her independence and competency to be with a man. She's hypnotized, can't look away, and he by turn, wants her lifeblood-that which keeps her alive and functioning. Is this a perspective on the rights of women? Is it possible that there is fear that a man will take a woman's right to live away from her? If not by force, than by stealth? That even so, a woman's nature isn't strong enough to resist? Are vampire stories in general just reinforcements of patristic ideas?