We met in church
when the pastor preached from Isaiah
against corruption of desire.
I didn't pay attention,
for the currency I had was intention,
not for him,
not for his congregation,
but for her,
the one glowing beside me.
She sat on my left,
and I on her right.
It was only right
to do right:
confess,
profess
that which the pastor
preached against.
©Hamilton Chikhala 2026
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 3:00 PM UTC
We met in church
when the pastor preached from Isaiah
against corruption of desire.
I didn't pay attention,
for the currency I had was intention,
not for him,
not for his congregation,
but for her,
the one glowing beside me.
She sat on my left,
and I on her right.
It was only right
to do right:
confess,
profess
that which the pastor
preached against.
©Hamilton Chikhala 2026
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