the succubus explains
emasculation is such a pretty thing,
this proboscis stellar and suckling,
the glazing over of those under.
survival is no cruel thing, love, each
organism abuses another to thrive, it
is arrogant to believe you are above
being used as a host as you use &
use, your thing flinging seed at the
willing anemone, your hunger akin to mine.
it was arrogant to assume what was taken
was not used for some good, you were too
at home in your skin of man anyway.
you are lessened in such small ways, consider
the space a gift, fill yourself with better things
than weeping and regret. go into the world
renewed, offer yourself willingly, be loved.