Valentines for the Vampires

Your kiss tattooed my face 
with the thin calligraphy of love,
said the queen of vampires.
Every vein screams
how much I love you.

Sweetheart, said the king of vampires,
you caress my soul with a serrated knife.
I want to sing every song
the Flaming Lips recorded in 1989.

She said: Oh, my dear,
you grow old. You grow old.
You make me
want to slip on my white dress
and slice
the tips of all your fingers.

He sang: Come dance with me,
my lifeless queen, come dance
until tomorrow. I waged the moon
you'd rise a star
that fell a flower.

The queen of vampires moaned.

Oh, my black-eyed lover,
let your bloody fingers
jackson-pollock my white dress.