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The story of the first Woman |
Lilith’s Vow. I came howling into the world a buckling Fury torn from the sweet soft dark- bolted, head locked with Adam. My brother. My love. I wanted him at once. So coy, so maddening- quivering, bow-shaped mouth, silken skin, downy with hairs like a peach- Denying, pushing back when I knew! I saw!- from his calf’s eyes, his touch he was as hungry, thirsty for satisfaction. I took him to the green heart of Eden, writhed, bit, bled, shrieked. limbs so entangled we could no longer tell whose were whose. Frustrating, how soon his passion was spent- I wanted more, and told him so. He rolled over, bored now he’d reached the stars. (He preferred to travel than arrive once the horizon was in sight he lost interest). Nights we’d pant, gasp, Days he shook me off, made excuses- “You’re twice the man I am.” Hell, like I didn’t know that. he was opalescent as an angel; I was harder, darker, eyes crescents, hair ropes to tighten, strangle. I gloried in the night its disguise- he felt subterfuge was dishonest. I was quick, clear-cut, brutal- he was gentle, lilting, caressing. Put a thunderbolt beside a rainbow. You’ll see what I mean. * Our trysts were discovered. Adam saw Him first as He reared up in our canopy; I carried on- oblivious, dazed. Adam rolled from underneath me, darting into the brush to hide himself. I got up, defiance etched on my face. Come on, then. Do your worst, I dared. I was expelled from the Garden- the awful glare of Our Father slicing to the quick I sit in the wilderness, eat spoiled fruits, juice darkens livid round my mouth. Yesterday I saw Her- the Other Woman- The glimmer off dawn dulcet dew strung on a web- everything I’m not. She wasn’t his equal, she was a spare rib. I know I shouldn’t hate her- she’s too insignificant, not worth the energy. but when I see them together, how they compliment one another- my love, reflected in her bright eyes, not my smouldering ones- my gorge rises. Another core lands at my feet. |