The Town Harlot dared
She dared to enter his presence
At his feet where she had been with many men
She dared to believe her tears had meaning and value
as they rained down on his dusty toes
She dared to loose her hair. No doubt provocatively swinging it softly to her shoulders
arousing the cobalt hearted crowd
Her falls mixed with his dirt taken upon her locks, upon her crown
alchemized into an anti-snake elixir
Cleansing her she kissed his feet
She dared to offer her sweet aroma
Sweeter than a lilac bush in bloom
And then
She dared
She dared to receive
Not his member
She dared to received his Message
as he gazed into the secrets beyond her eyes
You cleansed me
You welcomed me
You freshened and soothed me
I forgive your sins
You are healed
Peace be upon you
~Ben Wilson