Easter With House Spinster
By Izunna Okafor
With underlying arms tightly akimbo
Seductively, they glance at each other
Smiles seasonally defined
Amidst celebration in the bed of rose.
Gently they pull their panties
Preaching to one another amidst copulation
The Bible is kept far from bed
Hurriedly replaced with packs of fanger.
None is Godly alarmed
The Reason for the season ruefully undermined
Where then lies the climax?
As ejaculation overtakes redemption.
Who will save the saving Jesus
Lonely outstretched on the cross?
Works already ongoing on the second grave
Christ Himself has run drought of blood.
Where lies a candid remorse
For the pints He already outpoured?
Salvation has grown archaic
Wooing versus soul winning epitomize affray of the moment.
How can the immoral game be refereed?
The spinster is much in need of it
Gently, lovely, lowly she plays her wing
Who can suspend this salacious match?
Time is here at hand
When Christ Himself shall arise with whistle
Showing the end of the match
And making selection for the next league
Being the reason for the season.
© Izunna Okafor