Last night I envisioned a retelling of the tale of Lilith
She was no women but the first Androgyne
Man withing the female casket of bones and flesh
Women within the masculine bosom and the looks so entwined-ethereal
Feed me not with the sinner's apple but with the leaves of that knowledge wood
that scarred humanity - let me dance with sin in a periphery
but never drunk with its hollow dances of a tale too cut with chaos
Let me know man as a single; the woman as a double
Let me know woman as a single; the man as a double
Let me see the one called Azazel fallen for that which he constructed
Oh Allah let me see to know the bounties of sin and grace
To know Eve's purity and satan's malnutrition
Oh Allah the One who wrote the book by which Cosmos prays
Let me be embedded with the voluminous alphabets known as stars
Let me read as I make tea of these leaves
For You who knows all
Knows me
Let their fingers have blasphemies
I shelter no sainthood...
