My Incubus

Incubus!  He finds me oft,
alone, bemused, unwanted.
His ghostly form fulfills my flesh
then leaves my spirit haunted.

Fevered within yearning skin,
robe thrown as if aflame,
I couple with the sinful beast;
my carcass filled with shame. 

Spoilt am I, for natural men
since True Love left my bed!
Death widowed us and cruelly cast
chaste hearts amongst the dead.

WRitten October 22, 2001