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 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.
Scarlet 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.