Out of the shades and shadows
she comes to me—
a lover with no face
and a body of moonlight
My spirit wife is a
demon in disguise;
my Lady Lazarus,
maiden of the night
A sweet succubus
with phantom fingertips
that trace my skin
She burns cold
but I could never desire heat
while under her snowflake touch
A shadow of lips kisses me
like a whispered sigh
Between groans are
terms of endearment:
my love, my Lilith
she’s crawled to me from the second circle of hell, slid under the sheets that I grip,
filled the room with the smell of sex
like freshly turned earth
Chills run down my neck,
up my arched back
fingernails on satin
soft as the fuck
beneath my breath
In this spiritual ecstasy
I’m St. Theresa
Ravished by a revenant,
seduced by a siren and her song of sighs
she’s turned me into the withered rose
that rests on her tombstone
My Eurydice shade
leaves like the breeze
and I wish that
my bed was an open grave
so that I might join her again.
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