Strange Times

Dear readers,

No matter where you may be in the world, chances are, we can currently relate to each other’s feelings.

Let’s be blunt: this shit is scary. I can personally admit that having a global pandemic, with the rampant fear-mongering and misinformation that has accompanied it, is, for many many reasons, as close to my living nightmare as any situation could get.

The world is grinding to a halt, and hundreds of thousands, if not millions of people will die worldwide. Millions of people will lose their jobs, and world economies as we know them may very well collapse. The list goes on… Many things are going to change, and the truth is that we don’t really know what the post-pandemic world is going to look like; many people have predictions, some more realistic than others, but right now we’re helplessly floating around in the giant sea of the unknown, and I know many of us feel totally and utterly lost.

I can’t speak for what will change in the upcoming months and years, but I can surmise that one very real thing won’t change: Us. Humans, living, breathing members of the Homo sapiens sapiens species. The inherent elements that bind us together as a species and have kept our societies running since the dawn of our era: love, compassion, understanding, passion, curiosity, solidarity, and all them incredible things that make us so unique.

We will continue loving one another, appreciating the little things in life, like the ring of someone’s laughter in our ears, the warmth that we feel in another’s smile, the burning desire when we hold our lover close. We will continue inspiring one another to keep on keeping on, to continue creating and appreciating art, music, creativity in whatever form it takes on for you. We will continue being present for those who matter the most in our lives, because that’s what life is really about, love and friendship, and partnership, and appreciation, and sharing all of those incredible things we so often struggle to put into words.

I, for one, will keep on creating and sharing my poetry and stories with the world because it’s my way of staying sane and keeping my life moving forward without giving into the total and utter panic that washes over me in waves.

You are not alone, we are not alone. We can weather this storm together, as societies, and as a species, and come out wiser on the other side. So let’s all take a moment to appreciate the little things and share some love (within reasonable social distancing measures, of course 😉).

And if you would like me to write a poem about a specific topic, or have a fun writing exercise you’d like to try with me, please shoot me an email at info@lilithember.com, and I will be happy to oblige. I will be writing from the comfort of my Love Nest, featured as the image of this article.

In love, lust, and solidarity,

Lilith. 🖤

Terre connue – For S

19 janvier, 2019

Aujourd’hui, mon amour, j’ai le coeur lourd.
Non pas des éons qui nous séparent du monde
Alors que dorment les passants insouciants.
Mais tel un poids attendrissant,
Un bleu immédiat
Se prononce au fil du temps, sur ma douce poitrine,
Ton absence me pèse.

Tu es bien trop précieux, mon trésor
Mais tandis que les flammes caressent mes genoux,
Assise patiemment, dans l’attente de ton retour
Je sais que je ne puis te briser
Car ta force est celle des étincelles des cieux
Radieuse.

A se demander, parfois, comment dire?
La pluie fait fuir les goutelettes
La montagne assèche les rivières
Par le feu qui brûle en toi,
Incendiant mon coeur, ma personne, mon tout.
Je suis libérée de nouveau,
Des chaînes
Qui me penchaient vers le passé.

Corps nus, entrelacés
Nous avons créés en nous un foyer
Une demeure inconditionnelle
Toujours prête à accueillir
Notre amour secret aux tôt réveils
Arômes de café noir, sirop des dieux
Amour incarné au petit déjeuner.

Jamais ne n’aurai espéré
Rencontrer un autre ange, venu d’ailleurs
Diable, vêtu d’un costume bleu marine
Doux rêveur, amant à la main lourde
Nous sommes tous deux, Sisyphe
Chaque jour notre pierre,
Chaque minute notre montagne
Encore, une fois, toujours.

Si demain, le destin t’arrachait d’entre mes mains
Je ne me briserai pas, non.
Le temps des brisures est résolu.
Mais un trou noir remplacerait mon coeur,
Aspirant petit à petit les flocons avoisinants
Jusqu’au jour où je te rejoindrai,
Quelque part dans l’Univers.

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