lilith, you’re Éloa

You plucked one of my roses

pierced each freckle of mine

until your thorns

embedded my skin


Didn’t I have this same dream?

This same dream darling,

that you had come back-

come back to me


Kissed me quite insane

until I’m flushing;

coming, going, and

yearning for spiders twinged with lilies


Red threads tickle me

blooming two pillars

encasing dewy petals

and rooting me to the spot





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