jethro’s daughter: “liber lilith”

by Allister Nelson

In blooming blush and noontide wine, shaking

vines for their juices, the serpent divine snakes

her way through the city streets, sashaying away

her cares and caressing the Fallen beyond compare,

she blesses infernal unions, sweet Lilith sublime,

and we are just hourglasses of Death in her eyes,

awaiting the day sand slips, and the demoness rides

into our hearts to quell our lips with honey hips

and arms of lily and mouth of ruby and eyes of bee.

One kiss, you drown, two kisses, you fly, and three,

my dear, why her poison stops time. So dance with

Lilith, under the moonlight entwined, unleashing

your beasts and finding solace in her song, along

for the ride as the city rises to greet the day, night

a blanket Lilith spreads over you, her breasts stars,

her whispers pure chocolate, whiskey in her fingers,

and as she plaits your hair of sorrow, she carols for

the bells of Hell, and summons forth your shadows.

Be not afraid of the First Woman – you will become her

in time. For what is left after Eden? Independence and

rhymes.

*Stay tuned for Allister Nelson’s next installment of Jethro’s Daughter next week.