Abstract_27 by Ed Sukach
Eve
My Eve is forgotten
A product of the fall
Her history is missing
She is nothing at all.
Like a sidekick
Unequal.
But let's write
A sequel.
Still chasing
The goddess
Impossible
Conquest.
My Eve is forgotten.
Not spiritually whole.
She is missing the parts
Her sister Lilith stole.
Lilith
My Lilith is an outcast
A product of the fall.
She is future and past
And inside her lies 'all'.
Like an owl
Nocternal
Not at all
Maternal.
She would rather
be 'the other'
Be a father
Not a mother.
My Lilith is an outcast
Dark and wild like the moon.
She is growth like Jupiter
And illusion like Neptune.
Poetry by
Anji Jane
