SEX: A ‘FAITH’ Written by KEMKA S. IBEJI
SEX: A 'FAITH'
It is the dance I call pleasure!
It is the dance I call pleasure!
Taking
the bodies aflame it burns as though never to end
It
has a place of worship, the harps to strike and sacrifices to make
Taking
strong minds by wind and fainting them so frail
The
adorable silence at the hind of doors
Just
as that atmosphere for meditation
The
respect it takes down this shrine
Igniting
feelings that only an act of discharge can douse
The
sense of frenzy and the charms of sight-cast
Many
incantations and many more rituals
Many
songs it takes and employs to drive the prophesy
Out
of the trumpet bells the praises are sung to cheer the hope
Then
come the pleadings of the harps men; the prayers in this temple
Songs?
Of many genres and tunes
Just
as different spirits according moments of this ritual
For
praises, for prayers, and for thanksgiving
Oh!
Maybe the croon and howl for ultimate pleasure
The
music, rhymes and rhythms
The
instrument unknown and perhaps the movements
It
might severally confuse; the praises and plea
Kids
usually become priests and command elders
Yes
ma! Yes ma!!
Elders
become followers especially servants to their Eros
Pains
of joy and the epicurean sorrows
The
pains whose extinguishers are graciously avoided
What
we mourn keeps our joy; a cry for no death
A
time for the ‘Holy Ghost’; a time to receive the grace
The
muttering and unaired chattering
When
the spirit is taking charge; possessing
Such
sounds that one prays not to come to an end
Many
cry, many weep, many shout while others scream
At
the end, the clouds are cleared
The
bowls emptied and the vessels filled
The
bliss that comes as though to stay eternally
But
what next?
The
spirits have left the scene
Now
we are humans once again
But
what were we seconds ago?
Gods?
No!
Angels?
Who knows?
Worshippers?
Maybe yes.
A
day of worship is gone
Another
day of worship must come!
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