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