Lilith

by Lauren Raine MFA

music by Joanna Brouk MFA

We were innocent then,

just little monkeys, 

wandering a newly risen world, 

its empty waters and warm sun.

 

He and I, I and him, one being

in two bodies, rolling together 

in the sweet and simple mud.

 

Before the words:

the endless dividing of things.  

Naming and breaking, each piece

smaller and harder, denser and slower.

And colder. Always colder.

 

You see, I grew enraptured

by the ferocity of World.

Her vast generosity, 

Her spiral mysteries

stars reflected in dark tide pools,

vines that curled tendrils around the curious finger,

hyacinth and hyena calling across the night.

 

But Adam wanted

to control the unfathomable:

I was his first attempt. 

The more he tried to seize me

the more I hungered for the moon

 

So at last I flew away,

And found another lover.

 

Ah, Samael…..

his hot wings and volcanic heart,

his sweet and terrible kisses.

Samael, who comprehends neither sin nor virtue,

only the splendor of the ever changing moment.  

 

What soarings we had!

What flights, what heat, 

what progeny!

 

Not for any price, 

not for Eden, 

bread or ease 

would I be anything less than what I am. 

 

I still remember him

when the whim or the wind takes me

I kiss his sleeping lips 

when he calls for me in his dreams.

We were innocent then,

just little monkeys, 

wandering a newly risen world, 

its empty waters and warm sun.

 

He and I, I and him, one being

in two bodies, rolling together 

in the sweet and simple mud.

 

Before the words:

the endless dividing of things.  

Naming and breaking, each piece

smaller and harder, denser and slower.

And colder. Always colder.

 

You see, I grew enraptured

by the ferocity of World.

Her vast generosity, 

Her spiral mysteries

stars reflected in dark tide pools,

vines that curled tendrils around the curious finger,

hyacinth and hyena calling across the night.

 

But Adam wanted

to control the unfathomable:

I was his first attempt. 

The more he tried to seize me

the more I hungered for the moon

 

So at last I flew away,

And found another lover.

 

Ah, Samael…..

his hot wings and volcanic heart,

his sweet and terrible kisses.

Samael, who comprehends neither sin nor virtue,

only the splendor of the ever changing moment.  

 

What soarings we had!

What flights, what heat, 

what progeny!

 

Not for any price, 

not for Eden, 

bread or ease 

would I be anything less than what I am. 

 

I still remember him

when the whim or the wind takes me

I kiss his sleeping lips 

when he calls for me in his dreams.

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