Naming mine and me

    under the Tree,

naming flower and seed,

    mare and steed,

naming what has been,

what is, what is meant to be,

naming her Tiamat

Ukhat   Ishshah   Eve

Adam's Dream

by Alan Dragoo 

Naming mine and me
    under the Tree,
naming flower and seed,
    mare and steed,
naming what has been,
what is, what is meant to be,
naming her Tiamat
Ukhat   Ishshah   Eve

Alone Adam dreamed
    in an azure night
of nectar-tongued orchids
    in golden moonlight
        unfurling their scent from frilled
    lips to swirl about his sleep laden lids
Galaxies of moths dipped and swirled
        in their downy winged dance,
            Seeking the sweet liquid
of that flower laden glade.
 
Images winged through Adam's sleep
    and he heard God's words sounding
        down deep halls of space,
Echoes resonate in his dreams
        of divine words
            creating time.
From hollows of his breath words
    emerged as he slid
        toward silken sheaths
of sleep under green leaves.

Out of white webbed spasms of his sleep,
out from his silken dreams she came,
    pushed and molded,
        as hands shape pliant clay

or smooth the blush of marble,
or as lovers touch, recreating
their bodies.  She came: blood and breath,
    substance of rib
        into lineaments of flesh.

She came youth-plumed,
    beating her tissue wings -
        arabesque of gold and lapis -
exulting her burning cry
    into his silver dawn.