Long Pink Hill by Georgia O'Keefe

LILITH

Awakening

I wake:

red leaves tangled

in my hair.

Red dirt covers

my skin;

becomes my skin.

In this place

the trees talk

of wood fairies,

as if I am one.

Everything sings to me,

in this place,

and I sing back;

becoming a part

of trees and moss and stone

and wildness and beauty.

Returning to that

which I always dreamed I was.

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Our bodies, like birch

in the snow.

Our lips, red berries,

swollen and crushed.

Our tongues, fiery brands,

mark us:

Lilith's own.