Temptations, my greatest surge

Why torment me with thy
Naked dance?

Why put me in
Thy turbulent flask?

I gained entrance into your door
Uncertain of no return

Your aloes, fresh and crisp
They are a milk of every
Infant born

Thy bed, freshly stained
They carry a brutish mark
In your palms

Thy voice, serene and grain
It cast ears with iron and sword

Lo! I rebuke thy light
I drive away thy humble messenger
From within my sight

I cast O’ thy delight
Into the calm sea at dawn
I remain resolute to my fair princess
Beautiful and young, elegant crown
With golden tongue
Stored within the vessels
Heading straight to her home


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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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