PROMISED LAND

PROMISED LAND

succubi
  could not keep their
claws, feelers,
hands,
    tentacles (the whole
caboodle) to themselves
or whatever

and she
    of snake coronet and
stony glare

stood as an edifice
rock
   of ages in
a desert of desire

inclined if for just
a foretaste, foreshadow,
to prostrate
   herself before him

there to find her, fix her, frenzy her, feed
her,

fashion her into
something the gods who
thus condemned her
might not
   fully comprehend

running those serpents
through his fingers

sifting for gold through
her every
   grain  of sand

turning her click back
way before history

right to the border
of all (so-called) promised land