Swallowed whole breaths containing oxytocin
Like it’s no thing

Expecting at your feet the day’s outfit
You’ve got it

You shed layers stripping to essence

So it begins
The capture

I end

Incubus, in the end you enlightened through my addiction my awareness to my afflictions
I can say I didn’t get my way and it’s okay
I live to love another day

In breaking free from a miserable routine whose misery began the day you laid your eyes on me
I’ve been able to unchain anchors from my wrists and ankles
My breaths were mere samples

Incubus, with trust the truth would have arisen
I slithered in the snakeskin oil you poured as medicine
My actions disruptive to the application

Incubus, Behave unless it’s surely your way to engage until the end of a maid
Maidens gone mad
Huntress grow brave
Satchel grabbed from the tabletop
Incubus the giving had to stop

I swallow my own endorphins.
Not the red or blue pill
Not the palm of your hand

Mine speak

Allow all to be Free
I’ve seen the face and presence of an incubus
I’ve been told by such I’m a succubus

I’m a Lover from Rivers of Bliss
I share this
And because of you
I’ve endless percentage up its goodness
And left with you the garbage

Incubus carry away the pain
Feed yourself my death
But do not remember my breath.
I’ve already chosen to also Forget.

I do believe that for a beginning we have found an end.



Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect