Succubus Poem by James McLain

I pursued your more woman than mannish laughter.
I having drunk off your vine never being that drunk.
The rocky mountains above the ceiling of glass.
The wind which made the sea heard us laugh.
Invitation invites the bee to sting you where.
The jewel of the mine where it bends is deep.
Large below the world how it shakes and dances.
Me who I am and you shine and came and spread
open your wings where we are on the brink where.
Above all else but below the moon it bends with a certain end.
And moderate goddess full with snow it releases.
Exposed upon your chest being washed anew away.
All the wicked dreams below makes the God of heat.
From the coals of the immoral fire twin peaks withstand.
And they are looked upon with blue cold streaks of light ice.
Efforts to procreate can only lead to continuous life more death.