Let Us Sin

Music swells
bodies move on the street
colorful floats
women dressed in diamante
hips moving
swaying
siren’s call to sin.
Strangers becoming friends
lovers
dancing
grinding
time for all to have fun.
a week of desires
fun
wilding
before the beginning of lent.
Pious
in faith
in dress
kneeling before the priest
confessing
smiling in secret
knowing that the dance will begin again.
Sept. 22/18

Desert Red

***This is a continuation from the poem River Styx.***
I climb
over burnt amber sands
piled high
reminescent
of snow hills
I played on as a child.
Glaring sun
no respite
I stumble along
unsure
where I am going
what I will find at the end.
Moving one foot before the other
cracked lips
I can feel the skin on my face
blistered
charred
no agony
no pain
Is this trial by fire?
Will the sins staining my soul
finally be erased?
An oasis I seek
mirage
what I find
until finally I fall
unable to move further on.
finds me
face down
covered partly by sand.
With surprising strength
he picks me up
placing me on his wagon.
‘Rest little one.
I am the next to carry you further.’
Sept. 13/18
Photo by Mason Field on Unsplash
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