I, Too, Am Bathsheba 

“Wash.” 

“Cleanse in honor of Him,” they said. 

“My pleasure,” she avowed.  

“I’ll unwrap and bask  

according to law,” she declared.  

“Beautiful,” he thought.  

“Mine,” he ventured.   

Seductress, she became.  

God’s heart, he was praised.  

And the stench of debauchery remained with her. 

“You smell amazing,” she said.  

“Thanks. Sensual Amber,” I replied.  

“At church?” She censured.  

And amber musk resurrected centuries old toxicity.  

* * *

Bandage

I love you, but I cannot say the words 

I hate you, and my body language proves it 

We sit with ease and comfort in the presence of ourselves 

We stand with anguish and disdain in the company of others 

Our pride depleted the union that was forming 

Our hurt kept us apart 

Now we are altogether separated  

Free from pain 

Bound in regret 

Stuck between burning bliss and corruptive chaos  

Maybe time will bandage itself around us