Alley Way

A sky of purple and gold
Sun setting, night forming
A small stir in the alley
Must be a cat,
Or is it?
It's a human
Beautiful and pale
Eyes like onyx
Bright, dark
And in a way,
Hungry

The vampire gazes
Unseeing
At the alley
Adjacent to his
Suddenly, a movement
Another god, or goddess emerges
Skin like porcelain
Hair like sleek chocolate
She moves in a way
That would break any ballerina's heart

An embrace
A kiss
A smile