I woke this morning tired and drained,
A dishtowel wrung and tossed.
My bed again a ravaged battleground,
But what was gained for what was lost?
You came once more, this time contrite -
Repentant and unsure.
You smoothed the furrows on my brow
Creased deep from verbal wars.
Ethereal hands massaged the cords
Where muscles used to rest.
And you rubbed the eyes that for hours pore
Over Justice at its best.
But for all your ministrations,
Your fumbled proffered peace,
You couldn’t staunch the old temptations
And rode me like a beast!
Yet I forgive if not forget.
I was exhausted anyway.
And your tender touch stays with me yet,
Exchanged for rest with which I paid.
Succubus, O Succubus!
We can be nought but what we are.
Truths and smiles are all we have in life –
Without them we don’t get far.
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Submission Name: Succubus’ Smile Pt. 2
