Incubus

He found her on a mound 
of white satin, her feet 
encased in scarlet ballet 
slippers, the silk ribbons 
crossed to her knees. 

She drank in his scenery, 
she was a child of obsession. 
Inhaling smoke as if hungry 
beyond sanity, she continued 
to watch him, and he permitted 
her this. 

When he touched her, he did not 
feel her skin, only her need: 
gold-tipped bubbles frothing 
in a fluted glass of radiant wine. 
He saw the scrim of fog 
beneath her flesh, illuminated 
by hanging scarlet lanterns. 

His sex was a silver cage of sparrows 
fluttering within a baptismal light. 
Obsidian wings folded underneath her, 
providing a feathery cushion. 
She moved her lips to moan his name 
and a raven flew from her mouth. 

Lavender flooded her veins as she 
received him, her climax a million 
diamonds scattered upon black water.