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Song of the Succubus

"Some myths say that a Succubus was once an angel whose heart was broken."

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He wants to save me 
With his sweetness 
Envelope me 
In the warmth of his love 
He sees a bird, rare 
A broken wing 
A hidden spirit 
Lost 
Caught in the fear 
Of possible flight

With his prayers 
And the touch of his hands 
An infusion of his spirit 
The curve of his smile 
The music in his voice 
The feel of his heart 
Beating next to mine 
As he leads me in this dance 
And I begin to depend on 
The strength of his arms 
He thinks this 
Will cause 
Within me 
A revival of the soul

His beauty could 
Eventually 
Or so I once believed 
In my own innocence 
But I have already felt 
The sway of bliss 
I have bathed in the sun 
Lifted my face 
To feel the full weight of heat 
Had it surge through my core 
I have given 
And got 
Committed a fool’s testimony 
Surrendered completely 
To be left bare 
With nothing 
Empty 
With arms too weak 
To even console myself

How can I tell him 
With his eyes so full of hope 
His intentions so pure 
Patience so present 
How can I begin to explain 
I have already known that touch 
Felt it rattle my bones 
Wash over the sensitive parts of my flesh 
And dip me in want 
I am familiar with the movements 
I helped create the dance 
I have the answers to the mysteries 
And they break skin 
Bow the back 
My chest is an empty cage 

I was consumed 
And now I devour 
I am what rises from 
A woman scorned
I was once one 
With the sky 
I was a cloud 
I sang the song 
I was the smile 
But I spread my wings too wide 
And thought them much too strong 
They could not break the fall 
And he cannot 
Melt this pain 
What he hears 
Is not love's words 
Those are sounds 
I can never again sing

I see him waiting for me 
So ready to be deceived 
And I remember 
The me that was 
As I crawl away 
Knowing what he has yet to learn 
There are ghosts 
That harden the heart 
Embitter the spirit 
Waste the sacrifice 
Time is not always kind 
To the patient 
In the end 
It will be his soul 
I’ve saved 
Knowing 
No one gave thought 
To mine

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