didn’t you want my
hips when they fit just so in your hands
and this body when it folded up under yours;
origami love / fistfuls of me, handfuls
of your flesh / now i overflow / now i outgrow
your plans, momma boy’s worst nightmare – a girl-woman – prose in motion; much too much / pleasures divine, pleasures untold, feasting on
the Garden’s fruits. we’re never gonna be Adam and Eve because i’m always the Lilith,
spitting curses instead of dirty talk
– t. bennett ; @raggedhearts
an additional note: I’ve always been fascinated by the concept of Lilith, especially in contrast to Eve (spiritual/non-religious ubpringing + church school education = odd interest in a world I’m a part of, but isolated within).
Both of them are vilified in our modern eyes, though one is lesser-know, and womanhood/femininity is something that’s been worshipped, feared, attacked and dissected for eons ; and all of that makes for some truly interesting poetry.