The map, my friend, a mishmash of lines and cracks
uncharted territory where rivers bleed onyx seas
dark corners where worms weave secrets over secrets
fishyflashy lights bide their time – the hundredth
and one footstep feels a crack under the murmur of stones –

There, there is a garden where apple trees shelter a woman
called Lilith – purple lame – ticking boa of weeds – dreaming
hopes crossed this time Eve wakes her with a kiss – that
this time there is honey and passion fruit and an open rock
the sun of benevolence that shines only on lovers

Take the blindfold from your eyes or leave it there
those lines are set by ghosts who stepped over them
danced sang songs laughed as they fell

Renée