Lie With Me Poem by Chris Jibero

“Here am I; lie with me;
Have me as you wish; don’t fear;
For the good man is abroad.”
Says this enticing non seasonal fruit
Cut into unequal pieces
And served in different shiny plates
Neatly lined on both sides
Of the highway to hell
Clearly marked ‘edible poison’
Yet unfocused minds
Pratting feet
And darting eyes
Behold it and take it for supper and sleep


Seduction gallery
Sensual bombardment
Sexual harassment
Wherever one turns to for respite
One gets invited again and again
To dine free on the surface now
But to pay huge hidden charges later
At the branches of this one and the same eatery
That presents its well written menu
In semi nudity
Breasts begging to be exercised
By avid hands and mouths
Never weaned from suckling
Thighs open and shinning like full moon
Urging children to disobey their parents
By sneaking out from their homes
To play adult game
Beckoning and rocking buttocks
That stir docile loins vigorously
In open challenge
And lure untamed manhood to doom


Wild and troublesome flesh
Always resisting domestication
Cocky and lusty
Jumping out at will from fortified barricades
Warring constantly with the Spirit
Gaining pockets of short lived victories
In self destruction
Termed satisfaction
From bouts of glory eating lasciviousness


Consuming desire fired from devil’s abode
To inflate organs of pleasure
A beast ever lurking at shady corners
And never lacking game to feast on


But wisdom teaching siren is by grace
Triggered in saved souls beseeching them
To always flee this seemingly innocuous invitation
Reminding them of a shining example
Joseph at Potiphar’s house
So they won’t desecrate the home of
The Holy Spirit
Without whom one is empty
Bereft of blessing and favour
Vulnerable to afflictions
Accessible to dearth and famine
Absolutely indefensible from the fiery
Darts of the accuser of the brethren
Which kill if the shield of salvation is withdrawn.


(C) Chris Jibero. 2001.