The Sixth Deadly Sin

There you stand, a delicate figurine
misplaced from a porcelain collection,
soul as beautiful as a Sèvres vase.

And all I want is to touch you, capture
forever for myself the wonderment
of life that your heart holds, that mine does not.

And all I want is to feel you, enfold
into my silences your songs, into
my troubled sleep your dreams, where I have none.

And all I want is to spit out death’s bitter
cancer from my mouth, to taste more than blood,
to drink the love you have, that I have not.

I stroke your face, leave on your cheek a trace
of my own pain, my subtle maker’s mark.


  1. A standalone poem; but also the eleventh in the vampire sonnet cycle, which together tell one story.

    The preceding sonnets are 'The First Deadly Sin', 'When I Die', 'The Second Deadly Sin', 'The Poison Works', 'The Third Deadly Sin', 'You Have Not Destroyed Me', 'The Fourth Deadly Sin', 'And I Rise', 'The Fifth Deadly Sin', and 'The Labyrinthine Ways'. Click 'V' above for the full cycle.

    Each 'Deadly Sin' poem is from the perspective of the vampire, and each poem after is from the perspective of his victim, in response.

    The sixth deadly sin is envy.

  2. Wow. Brilliant.

    This actually reminds me of that book, "The Picture Of Dorian Gray" in which beauty was beheld as more valuable than the morals. If you've read that book, your poem sort of connects to it. If you haven't, you should read it. It's eerie, deadly and it lets you pose questions of your own.

  3. I'm sad to admit I haven't read much poetry lately, but I'm so glad that I stopped to read this one. I was truly touched by the eloquence and sensuality.

  4. When written, poetry is much like screaming against a mountain. When read, the ricochet is felt, personalized and greedily ingested. The aftermath can sometimes touch like a whisper on the razors edge.

    There is something in the way you write Sam, that makes me "feel"; whether vampire, loss, nature, or love... your words seem to find a face i knew, a moment i experienced, a memory i keep, or a desire held secret. thank you.

  5. Anonymous10:12:00 PM

    This poem sang a contemplative tale for me of the striking realization that one can be loved by another & only see it from a distance. Hmmm thank you for the images.


  6. I have never felt anyone reach into my soul and shape it this way before!


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