Lilith tries on a normal life

Nearly forgot! Today's poem, by none other than moi:

Lilith tries on a normal life

Lilith tries on a normal life;
an one-bedroom, one-bath apartment,
a regular coffeeshop (a regular drink: tall half-caff latte, one pump carmel),
a boyfriend.

They eat dinners together (she likes her steaks rare; his, well-done),
ask prosaic questions to show they care,
have sex on the queen bed while the clock ticks.

Of course, it all ends in tears and demons:
she ditches the dinners and questions,
but keeps the bed and the boy.

Drugs and bondage keeps things interesting for a while,
keeps her ticking (she upgrades to a grande at the coffeeshop),
needles and manacles and philosophical discussions
about the nature of heaven.

Still, Lilith thinks,
absentmindedly sucking on a nipple
(it doesn’t taste like carmel at all),
after this is over, she’ll go back to women;
she’s heard that Sekhmet is free.