Lilith
When your reflection, wearing nothing but
the dusty light, splashed out of the mirror,
I clearly understood that skies abut
inferno, that Elysium is nearer
than what is written in the books, that hell
is deeper, that such shameless nakedness,
such outspoken shamelessness foretell
doom of my soul, that your dark grey silk dress
lays out on the floor, that you don’t cast
a shadow, that the wings behind your back
are made of darkness, that my reared up lust
is too overt for you, that your long black
braids are entwined with serpents, that I stand
before you fully dressed, that those few
things I held dear – God, freedom, homeland –
don’t matter anymore, that I love you.
10.11.2019
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