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.
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