An incubus descends on me

In dark of night, inside my dream

With horn of ram and outstretched wing

Insisting I give everything

Beguiled by eyes of ebony

His hands of magic touching me

We pass through curtains sheer and bright

In multilayered hues of light

I feel his breath upon my skin

And his hard body easing in

Disheveled rapture bursts mid air

The kiss of cinnabar we share

Glistening golden all around

The swirling, twirling sights and sounds

As drops of crimson gently flow

Upon my ivory bed; I know

That he has come with ferine needs

Far too great for me to please

Yet I am frail in his embrace

And I am awestruck by the face

That haunts me in my weakest hour

Ruled by all-consuming power

That feeds upon my basic need

And grows with hunger as I bleed

And grows with hunger as I bleed . . .


©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on February 20, 2013, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Wonderful poem


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