"What was it like,
waking up in
the Garden, Lilith?"
asks the Moon.
"It was slow," Lilith responds.
"Hazy and bubbling,
like a song underwater."
"What woke you?" Venus asks.
"You, bitch," Lilith snaps.
"I don't remember
waking you up," Venus
defends herself,
brow furrowed, puzzled.
Lilith sighs, "Let me
remind you, how
you did it..."
…Lilith’s Waking…
"I most want a Lover
when I am listening.
When the day fills up
with chirps, or crickets;
rushing brook, or pouring
rain. When the Night is
thick, with other people's
laughter, crackling
Fire, and frog song.
When the hay rustles
in the loft, and the sheep
are steadily munching
grain, below. When
the Forest creaks,
and cackles with bare
branches over dampening
snow. It soothes me
when sound can hold me,
and it enlivens an impulse
to rest, in some body else's
arms. It has been so long,
the pull for a lover
is just kind of
this vague urge
to silently cup
Love, as my own Heart
overflows."