Incubus by clinock. 18″x 22″. Graphite, Conte and Charcoal, on paper.
Poem by clinock.
I sometimes have my doubts / That when she smiles
She smiles for me / Or for some wild entity
Who, with hidden voice and lust / Emerges in her sleep, enfolding
Innocence with thrusting flesh.
Fallen from grace, wingless he comes / Trailing through backyard garbage
In the gaping tomcat night, / Clawing at her curtained window,
Thrusting his white idiot face against the glass, / And singing his terrible song.
Trembling she invites him in. / Thrilled yet terrified she lays
Naked in the humming dark, / Prostrate on rumpled sheets,
Eyes closed tight, anticipating / The touch that opens,
The whispered breath, / The knocking clock,
The cold, dark wind.
The night has teeth that bite, / And tongues that caress the skin
And lap the dream as cats ingesting milk. / And flickering shadows remain
To cloak the cries of invaded flesh / And hallucinate the seed of ecstasy.
The moon explodes, crying, sighing, / Helpless among dark clouds.
Bound by whispers / And gripped by lunar hands
She twists and turns / In his cold embrace.
Wanting and naked / She opens and closes
In her dream / As a night flower plucked
Before its time.
His presence is all encompassing. / His embrace, like sucking quicksand,
Absorbs her beauty. / She runs in her dream
But her running is slow. / And wherever she goes
He is always there, inside her / And around her,
And the morning is too far away.
I liked your interpretation of an incubus and your associated poem. Will you follow this with a succubus ?
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I appreciate your comment, thank you. Can’t say about a succubus, I never really know what’s coming next…
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I love this poem.
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Thank you Mogs…
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“And the morning is too far away.”I certainly know that feeling. Esp during one of those never ending acid trips. Glad they were 40 years ago.
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I sometimes wonder if they ever did really end…
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Sensual, dark, and haunting… wow.
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Thanks Nancy – I think you just summed it up for me…
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Wow…pretty powerful! I especially like the phrase “Thrusting his white idiot face against the glass.”
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Big thanks Giovanni…
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This is a great poem! Thank you for sharing it.
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and thank you again for taking time to visit my work…
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You’re welcome!
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WOW!
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That’s what I said when it was done – who knows where these images come from…
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