Incubus Poet by Asil Nomrah
I read a poet,
captive fragments
airing a pang
(Can memory be turned so
Hazy light will not reveal
muscles intertwined
with soft flesh?)
As in a reverie
I awaken
With intimate
hands.
(In whose dream
do we meet
for sweet
reality?)
captive fragments
airing a pang
(Can memory be turned so
Hazy light will not reveal
muscles intertwined
with soft flesh?)
As in a reverie
I awaken
With intimate
hands.
(In whose dream
do we meet
for sweet
reality?)
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Lovers not physically together, but meeting in a dream
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i fell like i now what you are gowing thoue yor not the oley one how is difernt ther maney pepole how are didfrent in ther owen way - dana |
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beautiful poem, lisa. thanks for sharing. - sean |
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Poet, this poem is short, but deep. However, I do happen to know of the incubus/succubus legend. I have written about it myself and I am glad to know I'm not the only one. It's different. Thanks - Donnatella |
