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.