Lilith and Her Prince

Let me break the silence — I need you
Not in the way that bees need flowers;
it’s much more fervent than that.
In the way that grief 
needs to scream
In the way that a fever 
needs to be sweat out
In the way that drunk ears 
need music 
and salty lips 
need contact.
I need you to the point where it scares me and thrills me 
rendering me breathless
and on my hands and knees
both panting and praying to God
to swallow me whole.
I don’t want to meet you out beyond rightdoing 
and wrongdoing.
I will meet you at wrongdoing for the rest of my life
caked in mud and love.
Lillith 
and her prince.