LILITH….
She is the breath of the desert and of the sea.
She is the bitter earth, myrrh and root and shadow.
She is the salt of the Red Sea, and the shifting sands
of primordial menstrual Earth,
ancient cycle of death and birth.
She is the first cry of ecstasy,
and the first howl of loss.
She is flight and fire, both blight and fecund light.
She was born in the first beat of the drum,
the moan, and the rhythmic hum.
She is the blood offering to beasts and seeds,
and the keening reeds, the wind.
She is the darkest night,
and the seer-sighted flight.
The air, the ascent,
and the scent of all women, tangled with heat.
She is the eternally raging bittersweet…
(Meet Mago Contributor) Nuit Moore.