ROCKIN’ and HUMMIN’
He would tell her she was beautiful
And she would say, “Baby, flesh and blood
Don’t enter the Kingdom of God.”
He would say that he loved her
And she’d reply – “I must love the Lord
With all my heart, mind and soul.”
The apostasy was his wanting her
And she seeing need only as lust
As she crawled into the tomb of her fiftieth summer
Thinkin' – if I ask it – it will come
If I ask it – it will come. But never did nor would
For she had numbed herself against starlight
And the dance.
She spoke of passion as incubus plying her immortality
His arms about her as sure pathways to perdition
To the hardness of him as he pressed close
She chanted – “Get back demon! Get back demon!
Get Back Demon!
For lack of loftier word
She was a sad sistah
Seeing body separate and serrated from soul
She sought in the Volume of the Book
The lover who would not/could not personify
Her need for touch.
She took to rockin’ and hummin’
And he to knockin’ at looser gates for entry
The sentry to the door-post of his heart
Tight against true intrusion.
He would tell her time was fleeting
And she’d say, “one day is as a thousand years.”
He’d say to her I am yours if you let me
And she would say - - “Jesus be my husband – and Him only.”
The apostasy was her dreams unfilled
Her arms curled about him reckless
And his - - him still loving her
As he chose to make love to, but not love another
Knowing flesh and blood will not enter there
Flesh and blood will not enter there -
He wallowed – walking wayward ways
He spoke of passion as gift
Gazing toward her for safe harbor.
Her arms about his as grace – denied and deified in absence.
To the hardness of her heart as he pressed close
He chanted – “save her, Jesus! Save Her, Jesus!
SAVE HER JESUS!