when I last had a man
I lost him in the infinite blackness of my hair

I had sung my siren-song
and he was gone

in the beginning
there was my face-off with God and Adam
I refused to serve His will
I refused to tend the Garden clad only in my hair
I refused to bathe with the animals
I refused to be put on my back

-- when I slip naked between your sheets
beware that you do not lose your way--

lilith, by sylvia chong