Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, January 20, 2013

The Longing

image by Rosie Hardy
Slide under my window
Go to my bed, where I wait
Unsated but for your touch

Such is my fate; such is my luck
Succubus, I live for night
Fight the day's start

Heartbeats double for your lack
Blackness covers me, soft and deep
Keep me wrapped in your spell
Quell the thirst in me

Tea of night, thick and dark, I drink
Blink back the awakening
Cling to you, though only mist
Kissed by a dream.


Fireblossom said...

There is just not enough poetry about succubi! This will be a fine addition.

Grace said...

Seductive and sizzling ~ I like the tea of night ~

hedgewitch said...

This packs a strong punch in each stanza, and the chained rhyme folds itself in seamlessly, but that last stanza is just a standout. Thanks for playing twice, LM.

Other Mary said...

Oh, very steamy! I like the phrase 'tea of night' and also like that your rhymed succubus!

Lady In Read said...

loved the last stanza.. tea of light.. kissed by a dream..:)

Kay L. Davies said...

Another winner.