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