NIGHT MOVES, The Succubus Poem

MY OWN PRIVATE SUCCUBUS

MY OWN PRIVATE SUCCUBUS

when a spirit is called up
consciously or otherwise
the greater the illusion
the greater the power
and lead us not into temptation
just ask young men that ride the bus
fearing an erection
it happens
and thank god for one’s book bag
this happens in sleep as well
i should say
when half awake half asleep
to old men too
women recently deceased
not realizing their own death
feeling an emptiness
make night moves
testing their power
to feel it one more time
knowing that what you don’t want to happen
happens
like on the bus
but this time
a cold body draped over your back
cold hard hands touching you
and it’s not that the devil made you do it
but the succubus
a remnant of life

frank pulaski

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