Lilith
The room was dark with cloak of night,
but through the shade a glint of light
poured softly down from moon to floor;
I saw her standing at the door.
She drew near, with her palm
pushed hair from my eyes; in voice like balm
said, "Dearest boy"; and before I could flee
seized the pillow and murdered me.
Absinthine
Rich with wild wormwood
bitter in my taste
the triune in my body
deeply interlaced
I am green as glory
bewitchment in my soul
waiting in the glass
for God to make me whole
Wild and unruly
silent and insane
I stand upon the wasteland
waiting for the rain
rain drops down now slowly
sweet and cold as ice
heaven interfuses
I louche to paradise
