Channeling Lilith

I will dance with the serpent

I will eat the fruit

Every chance I get

Every day

And twice on Sunday

Every season

Every lifetime

I will sink my teeth deep into the flesh of truth

Of knowing

I will let the juice run down my chin

Down my throat

Where my words are made manifest

A trail to my bosom that has exploded with the sweet nectar of life

Into my womb

That has created life

Down to my twat

That has birthed babies and worlds into being

And I will spit out the seeds into the fertile soil

May they grow into an orchard of truth and knowing for my grandchildren

And yours

Know thyself

It is the greatest act of rebellion there is

In a world that has told you your knowing is the seed of original sin

My dear, you were never the fall of anything

You are the rising

Your body is the fruit of the spirit

And the spirit is you

Poetry by Lesley Adams

Art by John Collier. Lilith. 1887.