We hailed "Abba
Father"
as we fell into temptation
with both our hands digging
deep into the forbidden jar
We chanted hymns of disbelief
as we laid awake on the bed
of our sins
under the white sheets of
yesterday's declaration
The morning after the fall
We moved to the tunes of
broken promises, uninspired
Dancing on flames of hurt
Echoes of silent words
with hands covered with the
blood of our indecision
The oil of sin dripped from
our crowns
as we sang Bloody Mary to our
sorrows
Crucifying every word that
once pained us
Nailing them with torment
through the exchange of
bodily fluids
as we partook in sexual
debates
©S Phohleli 2012/10/03