On Knowing (in the Biblical Sense)

Fair warning: this one contains so-called adult themes. No prompt (at least, not from NaPoWriMo). Number Twelve:

let us sin



Let us sink into the sinews
of our godforsaken beds

Let us turn away from sunrise
and embrace the night instead


Let us slither into rapture
as we swim through linen seas

Let us whet our growing hunger
in our lush and lusty lees


Let unbridled, burning fervor
worm its way into our minds

Let our winding limbs and labors
lose their sense of space and time


Let us fold ourselves in verses
yet unwritten by the wise

Let our fingers pen their passions
on the lids of heavy eyes


Let us loose our primal cravings
in the wilds of paradise

Let us shed our laden virtue
for enamored, naked vice


Let us sing unto the heavens
of the carnal, moving earth

Let the moaning winds transport us
past the veil of death and birth


Let us own our mortal vessels
in our solemn, sacred skin

Let us love the holy sinner
and exalt the holy sin


Midnight Muses

Eighth day… seventh poem. It happens.

This one has been brewing for a while, but I still feel that it’s only a draft. At least the thoughts are manifest (and an unrelated thought or two in the draft):

seven sisters

“Final” iteration:

Violet maiden moonlight
trickles earthbound through fine mist,
soft, eager voices coaxing night-watchers
from behind their stars
to beam and wonder
at their sway when one foot,
two, then three and six
and more are planted
on restless soil.

Cool earth gives way beneath bare skin
and ancient paces trace the wind and
tumble, like rivulets of sand
dancing down their dunes until
they collapse in heavy breath
upon the turf.

Seven sisters smile wide
and burn away the brume,
together peering into heaven
from mortal gates
until twilight catches their breath
and distills it
into dewdrops
on silk webs and oaken fingertips.

While I’ve been trying to hash out those ideas since yesterday, the phrase “seven sisters” has been stuck in my head for many days now, but I hadn’t quite figured out why or from where. I’m only marginally familiar with the constellation and the mythology, but it must’ve come from somewhere.