Ujamaa Christian Poetry
Weakness of the Flesh
It is up and
and portraying, displaying
its alluring self at me
from the dawning of the rising sun
and the crowing of the early morning rooster.
There is not a day
that doesn't tick-tock away
that Temptation doesn't sing itself to me.
"Come dance with me"
"Come here with me," it whispers softly.
Its song seems beautiful
It glorifies itself to me.
licking my wide open
closing shut eyes
and then I'm fantasizing
and its song begins to slowly, surely
and like a fish caught in a webbed net it has captured me.
And I am dancing
this forbidden, secret hidden pleasue.
It has finally sung its beautiful song
and Temptation has been pleased.
The song is over
and there is no applause
no cheers from the crowd
no "bravo,bravo" from my audience
there is only my
heavy remorseful guilt to sing
and Temptation's mocking, laughing tune to dance to
Written by Keda Jeantine'
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