I am the dream-child Lilith Cloaked in haloed hungers The wind sings with her fingers Across my silk-fire heavens Angel's voices sigh And languish in my skirts I am the blasphemy of flowers Rife with tortured innocents The sun loiters long above My bed of four horizons Fat bees stuble drunken To and from me all day long Pour it all, all over me My soft stomata wait here Still and unerringly Each one a spinning succubus Each one a promise to swallow Your bloated dreamselves whole I am waiting All alone The years go by The years are a horn Siliently bellowing Time is mellowing Nothing I'm something Sweeter than desire I am the only one Who knows the name of God