to hot for god

I Miss You













I am Lilith

Grandmother of Mary Magdalene

I am Lilith

Whose sexual fire was too hot for God

I am Lilith

The first woman

Who chose the rage of exile

Over the cancer of servitude

I am Lilith

Mother to the motherless
I am Lilith

Whose blood covers the moon

I am Lilith

Standing on owl’s claws

At a woman’s crossroads

I am Lilith

The Great Whore

Whose charm lured the warrior

Into my Goddess’s final warmth

That’s my aim, that’s the ground my chariot will cover:

that’s the post my thundering wheels will scrape.

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