Lilith
Lilith came dressed in a tarot card
flaunting herself, a reminder.
She had dressed herself in all her flowers
to speak to the obvious
my naked skin.
Lilith came
pointing her fingers at
the sisterhood of my defiance
and I wondered if there were such a thing
as nervous systems and attachment theory
when she refused to lay beneath Adam.
When she insisted on equality
When she refused submission and domination
or to be defined by anyone outside of her own self.
When Lilith walked away
dressed in flowers
and her own feminine sovereignty
was her heart weeping? Did her hands wring with grief?
Poems are not the Poet after all.
flaunting herself, a reminder.
She had dressed herself in all her flowers
to speak to the obvious
my naked skin.
Lilith came
pointing her fingers at
the sisterhood of my defiance
and I wondered if there were such a thing
as nervous systems and attachment theory
when she refused to lay beneath Adam.
When she insisted on equality
When she refused submission and domination
or to be defined by anyone outside of her own self.
When Lilith walked away
dressed in flowers
and her own feminine sovereignty
was her heart weeping? Did her hands wring with grief?
Poems are not the Poet after all.