Salome, Lilith, quiet of the panther resting,

shapes changing, from without terrifying, on approach, the smile;

what is this awakening, lingering by the window,

behind the eyes of salamander, rock-straddling

naked lady clothed in her connection to desire;

and what is this desire, to repair the broken links,

reach out to the bony hands of ancestors, cheek to cheek

in the earthy black humus, inhale, exhale

pale shades colour;

We Must Not Let the Chains of the Generations be Broken,

the rivers dry up that are our sources;

I need water. And you, ml?