Lilith
by Lauren Raine MFA
music by Joanna Brouk MFA
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.
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.