A Wild Woman’s Self Belongs to None

I touch her lashes and warm her cheeks, caress the titillating tale dancing on her mind’s lips. She is dark and bright and alive under me. I want to enjoy her eyes on my heat, but Nix sets a mountain between us. Tomorrow is only a few dreams away. I will awaken your skin at dawn, my sweet. I will taste

My thoughts collapse under Sin’s silvery tongue. “She was born to my glow”, he says, painting a trail on the sea, making waves rise for him. “She dances for my light and dark. She is of me. Her Self is mine.”

I say nothing as I dim for Nix. But through the energy that makes Sin and You and Nix and Me sidereal bits of the Universe’s whole, I burn a sunny truth into the moon: “I flow in her veins,” I tell him, “glow in her soul, help heal her woes. Yet, she’s neither mine nor yours—a wild woman’s Self belongs to none.”

kiss the sea
at dusk, sun and moon,
taste my wilds

a wee note…
Nix is the Greek Goddess of the night; Sin (or Nanna) is the Sumerian God of the moon.
– Linked to Prompt Nights – a photograph is but a memory in raw format.
– I am also linking to Poets United – Poetry Pantry #317.

Sunset, Friday Harbor

77 thoughts on “A Wild Woman’s Self Belongs to None

  1. This is beautiful Magaly I love the title and the line “a wild woman’s Self belongs to none” it spoke to me, as I firmly believe we belong to ourselves and let others borrow us from time to time and only as and when we want.

  2. You are writing such quiet, erotic words lately. It is good to remind us that our bodies are gifts to be enjoyed, that sensuality is a right we must reclaim from today’s culture. Your words are a balm. Beyond lovely!

  3. Whistles!!! ❤💜 This is absolutely gorgeous writing, Magaly 😀 love the idea of ‘Tomorrow is only a few dreams away’ and ‘she’s neither mine nor yours—a wild woman’s Self belongs to none.’ I sense a feeling of calm and quiet strength in this piece. Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤💜

    Lots of love,

  4. This is an enchanting haibun, and i luv the way the haiku brings the piece to a close just resonating the vastness of spirit and freedom of being

    much love…

  5. There is a sense of completeness in this – of reaching a space inside where you know your Self..sun..moon and universe.. eyes open and yet contained and owned..i love the parting poem and image also ( and I so hope Sherry reads this too)

  6. This is a beautifully lush tale, with strong feminist undertones.. and the word ‘sidereal’… Who could ask for more?

  7. Yet, she’s neither mine nor yours—a
    wild woman’s Self belongs to none

    One contends in being in control of oneself and not to be led by others. Perhaps they may savor a little at odd times but with one’s agreement. Wonderful prose Magaly!


  8. Coming very late to the Pantry, Magaly, as I was vacationing the day the Pantry went live. So glad I came to visit this one. You often write with such a mystical pen, have a way of making me escape reality just a little bit. The title alone is evocative & makes me nod – yes, yes. And ‘taste my wilds’ – how sensual is that! Thanks for sharing this gem with us. Sorry I could not visit earlier.

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