Are YOU Keeping your eyes on the Whirlwind?

Holy, like the air
she gave me to breathe
Is my love of her.
Blue hues of joy color my aura
When her accented voice utters praise.

I am coming forth by day.

Disruptions are not allowed as I build and rebuild.
Space is only opened by the carver
not me.

I script my story a lot more haltingly than I used to
And manage to somehow still be at peace.

They say ain’t no sunshine
between my legs
just a wet satanic pit.
The pains I took to inform them
my name isn’t Lilith,
first wife of Adam,
runaway bride,
semen stealer,
wife and mother of hundreds
of demons
dampened my ardor
and pushed them
out doors
where they discovered
a newfound proclivity
to call me bitch.

I reveled in my bed
and the passion it could produce
without affiliation
or affliction.
Like Sinead,
I was no man’s woman.
Like Renatta,
I fought for the sovereignty
of my space.

Vitu… Continue