What’s Left…

Skeleton

I wandered down the river’s edge, close as I could
to that ethereal dance. The chill from the water
soothed the heat of my skin. What if I let the river
wrap me up and spread me lengthwise along her
cool indifference? She’d send my desire to
the four corners of the earth while I took a good rest,
icy and hollow. How long before you knew
I’m gone?

No matter, Adam. I’m a whole-made woman of mud,
just as you are a mud-man, and we both know when the water
washes us clean, we won’t find peace buried inside. At our core
we’re nothing more than the dream we came from

Love, Lilith

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I am a woman mixed from the dirt of a lonely planet
with the spit of a lonesome god. I dress up again
and again in the transient practice of life and if
our world’s a stage, then I’ve played
the women’s roles. The hours. The days
To look. To touch. To let it go for what it is

I haven’t lived a saint’s life. I won’t die the virgin’s death
But I have dreamed between them all. The souls
of women. Given breath to the rhythm
in ordinary time

Love, Lilith

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