Whispered to Lucifer (Lucille Clifton – Two Poems)

lucifer six-finger

where have you gone to

with your swift lightning


oh son of the morning

was it the woman

enticed you to leave us


was it to touch her

featherless arm

was it to curl your belly


around her

that you fell laughing

your grace all ashard


leaving us here in

perpetual evening

even the guardians


silent     all of us

going about our

fathers’ business


less radiant

less sure


Eve’s Version

smooth talker

slides into my dreams

and fills them with apple

apple snug as my breast

in the palm of my hand

apple sleek apple sweet

and bright in my mouth


it is your own lush self

you hunger for

he whispers     lucifer



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