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

scarcely disturbs his stillness

still lumined by the pale moon

rapt, transfigured

he seems to pass through her darkness

on, beyond, beyond the garden wall

on, to that other world of heath and fell

where plashy moss soft cushions his feet

and as the mists drift up

the night welcomes him

to her chamber

her soft airs

whisper

caress

but as the sun rises

waking

them in their dormered bed

he lies dazed

unbelieving

his  ysbrydnos 

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