Bittersweet Lilith

Your sad, sad saxophone lets me know you were here,
Funny how you only go by Lily when the clouds disappear,

Your touch can burn like fire, soothe like mink,
But regardless of which, I can’t seem to think,

Loving you has vaulted me skyward and plunged me deep,
But I can’t seem to decide which to discard, which to keep,

Tickle me with French whispers in my ear,
And chase away all my doubt, all of my fear,

Now don’t even laugh, or dare think me silly,
Help me say “adieu à Lilith et bonjour à Lily”