Lilith

We believe ourselves infinite by what the first lovers tore from the earth
& bless this bedroom the same way they did
By tearing away at the parts of us God doesn’t want to see

And I know I will be your undoing.
Love always is.

I take his communion on my knees,
carve angels wings into his back
Raise my voice with the choir and cry out for salvation,
hands clasped around another
begging for the sweet ecstasy of release
Until we both drown in sweat

There is something so holy in the way that I gave myself over to him
In blind faith
Open palmed and bowed head
Eager to serve
To sacrifice
Because everything sacred is born from blood,
And is that not what love was conceived from too?

A desire so powerful it made a man doubt his devotion,
Isn’t the only difference between a prayer and a secret who hears it?

What a testament it is,
That you can’t speak of the thing that scares you
Unless you call it by something other than it’s name

So I do not call it love even after I refuse to lie
Beneath,

Oh
Adam,

Does the taste of me still linger in your mouth when you kiss Eve?

Can she taste temptation?
Does the sweet nectar leave her mouth dry,
And with sharp teeth
sensitive and begging for holy waters to flood and
quench a greedy and growing thirst

Staining his fingers sinful from tearing at the flesh of a forbidden fruit,
beckoning it
to blossom for him
To Come
Open
Again
And again
And again

Exalting in
Devouring in
And then mourning.

Until his hands are too empty.

And wet.

And I wonder

Does she knows my name?

 By Lilith By Marilyn Melissa Salguero

Biography:

Marilyn Melissa Salguero (she/her/hers) is a Guatemalan poet who puts the SALT in Salt Lake City, Utah. She is the human equivalent of red wine, crushed velvet and using humor as a poor coping mechanism. Melissa her work centers on her life, relationships, and identity. She has been featured on Write About Now Poetry and Ink & Nebula. She was a member of the Westminster 2018 & 2019 CUPSI team and was a finalist at the 2018 Utah Arts Festival Indie Slam. When not yelling about white boys or making God metaphors, Melissa can be found feeding her online shopping addiction, blasting Gloria Trevi, or living up to her title as the quintessential “bitter ex girlfriend poet”. Her work (along with her emotional overflow) can be found on twitter @_Miss_Marilyn.