Sense

I sense a false love that’s stirring this hour

Sinister sin is grabbing at power

It lays down its roots in the dung of distrust

And sprouts as a weed to awaken my lusts

The plant is a beauty when I shoot it a glance

I give it two looks, then give it a chance

The smell is unreal, the aroma’s divine

It reeks with the scent of the sweetest of wines

Next comes the sight, and lo, what a view!

For in but a moment the plant quickly grew

Now it’s a shrub with beautiful fruit

And now it’s a tree with great branches to boot

And here comes the sound, or the lack thereof

For before glance two I could still hear the Dove

But the longer I stare, the louder the silence

Deep quiet supplanting all holy violence

Some hand plucks the fruit, mine if I’d guess

It weighs but a gram, or possibly less

The feel of the skin on my palm is quite nice

Recalling fond memories of indulging the vice

With high thrills my thoughts remember the flavor

Temptation crescendos, this fruit I must savor

Surrender wins out and I bite on the crop

Then out of my mouth the produce doth drop

The plant had sworn joy with two fingers crossed

Found me a pleasure that hadn’t been lost

Cast out a hook with dangling bait

Sold me what’s mine, if only I’d wait

For right as the taste hits my tongue’s sorry buds

The flavor transmorphs from magic to mud

The fantasy sweet, reality vile

I would have preferred a mouthful of bile

I clench the cursed fruit, and I could’ve sworn

There once was smooth skin in place of these thorns

But now my hand bleeds with gashes that sting

And into my flesh some sharp thistles cling

My screams could be heard from a mile away

This pain is the price I had known I would pay

The echoes split ears like the sound of a gun

And return to remind I’ve dishonored the Son

I look to the weed that has sourced all this pain

The one from whose bough I should’ve refrained

But now it seems twisted, gnarled and dead

The once golden branches resembling lead

It’s already rotten, the stench is unbearable

A smell done injustice by a word like terrible

For no phrase can capture this horror’s power

The tragic aroma of pleasure gone sour

I look for some water, hoping to drown

For never there was as foolish a clown

Better with fluid to fill wicked lungs

Than explain to the King why I went back to dung

I stumble around till I fall by a river

Recognition compels my whole body to shiver

I’ve been here once, I’ve seen this before

I once knelt down on this very shore

The scent hits me first, and isn’t it funny

It’s sweet like good nectar, or the world’s finest honey

My nostrils are hungry, I can’t get enough

It beats the last smell, this can’t be a bluff

By mistiest eyes I manage a peek

You’ve yet seen nothing till you’ve seen this creek

The water is clean, it’s clear and it’s pure

No river on Earth can match its allure

Bliss is the tenor of this bubbling brook

Like the word “pardoned” to the ear of a crook

For freedom itself is the cry of this spring

And captives are caused with glad hearts to sing

I dip in a finger and jump at the thrill

A desert oasis, yet perfectly chilled

The wilderness fades, the air is less humid

I feel I belong even though I’ve been stupid

Resistance is futile, I fall like a log

I plunge in my head and I drink like a dog

This taste is far better than that of the first

And quenches at last the insatiable thirst

I sense a true love that’s stirring this hour

Sinister sin has lost all its power

I lay on the shore and lay down my might

To the Lord of the river I give up the fight