Shaking knees,
bending on a cold floor,
as pressed palms intercede
upon a bare chest
for a guilty heart,
the tongue mumbles,
"It's not what you think..."
She has heard this prayer before,
whenever his seams
from waist to ankles,
once bound in covenant,
to fall
for her
fall
in worship
for another.
Lost between anger and wonder,
she opens her mouth,
but her tongue
can't tell
idolatry
from
adultery.
©Hamilton Chikhala 2026
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 4:46 AM UTC
Shaking knees,
bending on a cold floor,
as pressed palms intercede
upon a bare chest
for a guilty heart,
the tongue mumbles,
"It's not what you think..."
She has heard this prayer before,
whenever his seams
from waist to ankles,
once bound in covenant,
to fall
for her
fall
in worship
for another.
Lost between anger and wonder,
she opens her mouth,
but her tongue
can't tell
idolatry
from
adultery.
©Hamilton Chikhala 2026
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