ysbrydnos (Remove filter)
Succubus
waking
in their bed
beneath the slates
waking
as in a dream
slowly aware
waking
completely
waking
in the window airs
waking
in the hush
of the night
palely lit by her lucent light
the night
calls to him
and he walks out
the night
absorbs him
summer dew wet on his feet
her cool breath on his naked flesh
the quiet mysterious night
s...
Saturday 7th July 2018 6:28 pm
Recent Comments
Tommy Carroll on Paradoxes: 1; 2; 1.5 and
33 minutes ago
Rick Varden on Money
10 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Nobody Loved Me Like You
12 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Je t’adore.
12 hours ago
Tim Higbee on It Matters Not
15 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 140 of 230: HOUSING
18 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Money
18 hours ago
David Franks on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 140 of 230: HOUSING
19 hours ago
Manish Singh Rajput on It Matters Not
19 hours ago
Clare on Je t’adore.
1 day ago