Sweet Sin - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 105: SWEET SIN

I think I've seen the devil

He's a fine lady in red.

I know I shouldn't return the smiles

but look, she's got no fork tail

though all black like devil in folktales

There's dark beauty in her black

There's magic in her smiles

And I'm smitten.

There's a smirk on her face

this lady across the lane

She smiles and then waves

I don't know, but I did same.

Sweet temptation this is

but there's no hell in her eyes;

Why not dive and get a ride?

This is the plight of most Christians

when the fruit dazzling dangles

mesmerizing our holy minds

with allures only heaven can match...

It hisses, 'hey just a bite'

A bite will feel like bliss:

There's grace, heaven we won't miss.

We know this sin is sin

But oh, dear Lord, look how 'tis sweet!

We know the father frowns at it

but flesh and blood, the weakling

subdues the spirit's whisper...

And forward we lurch

We pluck and munch

Relish the taste and moan along...

Then cringe in pain

And pray for grace

When our innards churn

And the serpent rage.

I think I've seen the devil

I kissed her lying luscious lips.

It did taste great

But I'm fallen from grace

My soul's on fire

Hell was in her eyes.

- Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

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