Sunday, March 8, 2009

the song of the sacred prostitute

i dont usually write poetry ...but every once in a very great while, something seems to come over me. this morning was one of those times. here's what came out:

the song of the sacred prostitute

When the sunlight comes spilling like gold coins
In the last red hours of day,
I rise from my low couch and hasten
Where road and desire meet.

Down terraces lush with green-life,
Hot stones beneath my feet,
Leading me to the broad river
Where men and desire meet.

On the first slim edge of the evening,
On the tide of the night-jasmine’s scent,
I drape my Self over the stairway
Where dusk and desire meet.

I feel the weight of the eyes fall,
A hundred, a thousand, all bright
As the stars now studding the purple sky
Where night and desire meet.

Some turn away with a shudder,
Some turn away with a sigh
But few below don’t feel a yearning
Where flesh and desire meet.

There’s always the ones who come closer,
Lured by the curve of my thigh,
A glimpse of dark breast through a white veil,
The promise of all that might lie

Between the curves of my thighs, they come,
Up the broad steps from the street,
Red stones still warm from the heat
Where lust and desire meet.

To me, they come to surrender,
To offer themselves to Her call,
To give of themselves to the Goddess,
Where worship and desire meet.

It’s my choice with whom I will worship,
It’s my choice who I shall lead
Back through the halls to my low couch
Where Goddess and desire meet.

Through the tide of the throng I see him,
The One the God sent to me.
Our eyes meet, I know him…
And he knows me.

I hold out my hand, he takes me
Under a fat moon’s gleam
Back through halls of the Temple
Where Divine and desire meet.

and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.

14 comments:

Juls said...

..just something you whipped up, huh? ...what a writer you are

Divaeva said...

...another beautiful day to enjoy!
Wish I could write - but I can read - and what a great day to hang outside and catch up on a few chapters for my class. Have a great day! Hear ya tonight!

Becca said...

I think that if you stumbled on all of that this morning perhaps you should write some more poetry. It is wonderful!

Becca

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Kim said...

great poem - I'm printing and adding it to my poetry collection.
thanks for the headache remedies - I will try that next time.

Midlife, menopause, mistakes and random stuff... said...

You don't usually write poetry?????? Lady, you should and I mean it!! That was beautiful :)

Steady On
Reggie Girl

lettersfromlordship said...

Very evocative. I could see you in, perhaps, Ephesus, hanging out waiting for the custom.

Amy said...

What a great poem. Thanks for sharing.

Maricris Zen Mama said...

You must have the poetry bug! Or your simply inspired deep within. I love Poems that are in random. I think they're the best ones!

Martha said...

You are so inspiring! Whew, is it getting hot in here or What?!?

boxofficegirl said...

Good verse, a lady after my own heart me thinks.

Laura Rose said...

wow.

Lynette said...

Sounds just like you Annie. Dreamy, of another world that is wrapped around this one. I like it. Hope your having a good week to start off with. You will have Baby Jake and this week I have my two grandchildren.

DiPaola Momma said...

everytime I THINK I grasp how tallented you are.. WHAM ya smack my self-assurance down with a whopper like this. WONDERFUL!!

A side note, IF you got the soap I sent ya, lavender is great for the old MONDO headache (though I'm sure you new that already)... I have some organic, gown in scottland, bulk lavender.. if you find it helps I'll send ya a couple of sachets.

April said...

Please tell me where all your creativity comes from...I want some of whatever it is you have! :)