I walk the alleys, my face no one sees.
I don’t mind, on this night, he is my goal,
my hope. I long to leave these dusty streets,
my occupation has taken its toll.
I intrude on the dwelling where he rests,
a guest of influence. I am not afraid.
As tears fall, I clutch the vial at my breasts,
a musky scent purchased to boost my trade.
His feet, filthy and mud stained catch my tears,
I use my long, dark hair to wipe them clean.
Perfume and kisses flow and his host sneers
as his hand cups my chin. With eyes that gleam
he gently says, “do you see this woman?”
“She has shown me much love, a love uncommon.”
A Love Uncommon. By Caryn Poling
This sonnet was inspired by the sinful woman in the Bible, Luke 7:36-50. The woman, a prostitute barged into a Pharisees home to meet Jesus and ended up anointing Him with perfume and washing His feet with her tears and hair. This is one of my favorite passages.