Archetypically, she's the ultimate wicked temptress, embodiment of sin and evil. She was rebuked by the prophet Elijah for her wickedness...and eventually when she died not even the dogs would touch her body.
But my symbols don't always follow reason.
And every time she shows up in my poetry, I'm begging her for something...
Look at the other poems she's been in...
take me by the arms and pull me down this reality is too harsh for me look. look! Into my eyes and see you not the one who slid a catlike glance but me! my you are mine and this reality can't stand that word no never not me not you not us i can't live before you and i won't after you go on for long so take me by the arms and pull me down down to where you are o, and Jezebel, love me. NsK 14-8-96 those eyes
don’t lie jez i know you know my ways you crossed my path today jezjezibel my love don’t sigh jez our love my love can save you took my hand today jezjezibel my love don’t cry jez i meant to make you stay you broke my heart today jezjezibel my love don’t fly jez don’t let this slip away you said goodbye today jezjezibel my love. NsK 13-02-01 "Reine"
So I don't know, Clarabear. Maybe she's my love affair with wishing I were bad and hedonistic and uncaring. Maybe she's something else. Maybe she's me. Can't tell.