March 27, 2014

Succubi


Unlike displays 
of the wealthy
up on the hill, 
filled with cacti,
cleansed rocks
and cut stone,
my garden grows wild
just outside my room,
with Birds of Paradise
thirsting for water,
other nocturnal creatures
hidden in plain sight,
impatient for the sun
to slide under
the canopy of night,
where they know
they will find me
in the flow
of my dreams,
waiting.

3/24/2014