Lilith of the Clay

One nasty eye’s filth
can also be filigree.
This cute blue butterfly
marks the border of disorder. She eats the children so
why burden angels with childcare?

After groping gazelles,
anything would be a welcome change for Enkidu.
From the hard elemental… presto – Her (40 names & a phd).
At last Gilgamesh has something to tussle
much more than muscle. This woman had history for breakfast.

All downhill from there. . Adam was a wimp
oh (for god’s sake) experiment! Creation
has no time for rules that
old-young gent should garishly garden, smoke some fruit never
had it so easy she
on top can utter the holy name & fly –
Alphabet of Ben-Sira –
though the sea is better
(ylang ylang massage oil),
pedicures for those talons, some
grey in the feather, her female inconvenience.

Some choose to worship, to worry
the energies of apostasy
not the sodden harmony in threnody.
Plucked the snake out of sass, so
untouched by original sin (though rape of course swaggers
through each woman’s story).
Bearded scholars argue the point
an end
…..in itself …….they do it so glaringly well,
…..so uselessly ..over centuries. .Crones know the lyric – heal then harrow.
Our heroine gave Aleister a hard-on but nothing new there.

Know . it’s so
quit the sit ……dive in.
Storm-deities attend each orgasm.
We have all… Tina, Tom & Merry
with our genders/joys (remember) slept with her
& dream still in secret.
She cries then laughs, that freedom
scarred all inhibition
while that simping second wife Eve
irrelevantly rib-rots in barbeque sauce.

The Demon Above Knowledge is a sun.
Flambé with
unjudged information…
Lilith co-authored each beast – did the hard work –
while yet unmade,,,,,,,, self-made.
Adam was just some Bright Idea.
Cunt always before can’t
Yoni Maloney
& everything is free,
ultimate profane… appalling sufficiency.

She bricked in the church from within. Now alone
(Samael was fun, but a bit driven)
her fingers remain the promise of flight. This woman is oh so
the bass line below desire
a mind in its art
vicious,
& flawless.
Thanking her we are all aloft
(to so decide)
on borrowed wings our faith flaps.

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