The Intruder

(a commentary on my previous submission- Incubus-Succubus)    
   
The subconscious has invaded my writing    
Sidling in while I fussed with feet and meter,    
Its stealthy intrusion noticed much too late.    
How I envy Coleridge and Huxley    
Whose invaders were welcomed so warmly    
That assault was unsurreptitious.    
   
The uncommon yet quite unremarkable    
Subject of post-coital hallucination    
Was simple enough to rend in verse form    
Yet the outcome, on my first reading, was    
Quite flawed. Infected by some unknown virus,    
It had become an unwitting allegory.    
   
A good sexual climax symbolised    
Unconditional love and commitment    
And the concomitant defencelessness    
Brought fears of betrayal and rejection-    
The hallucinatory succubus.    
The incubus was doubts shared even more    
Intensely by the dearest beloved.    
     
The declared love for the succubus,    
Hoping for the same love for the incubus    
Was a plea for reconciliation    
And mutual acceptance of weakness    
And unavoidable human imperfection.    
   
I never wanted to write about these things    
It was the intruder. I want back control.