you are my lilith
born from the same clay
as i
sculpted
into the blissful wonder
only one of the first
could assume
whereas my clay
stood too close
to flame
the hardening
caused microfractures
to race down
the soft tissue
of insular self awareness
you were forged
at just
the right distance
a rosy glow
baked into your skin
understanding
left to mature
in the cooling
while i
let my emotions drain
from the many cracks
you assume
the quiet nature
at the eye
of my cyclone
effortlessly
for you are
my lilith
equal in all
but your wonder