The night is loved: but in those lusts
What others wait?
Though you by dreaming days escape me
By night, I feel
You sleepily descend, the night-thief,
A shadow’s touch
As soft as silence drifting over
An empty bed.
Prince of afar, my incubus,
Your phantom’s breath
On the neck, sweet like cinnamon,
Close as fear.
A karakura is a figure in Turkish folklore not dissimilar to an incubus. The image above is Ian Hornak’s Asmodeus. I adapt from virtually anything.