Medieval ruins

Your challenge
is
bare feet on the minimum
of time,
come the harvest
we
may all be shod.

In a sleep state
I’m raped repeatedly
by
the succubus.

If words truly speak
then they are silent
about this.

However
I miss those nightly
encounters
when mounted
by the nightmare.

I share this
in the hope we may
be absolved.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.