I watched him
Dip his forefinger
Deep
Inside Mary Magdalene's mug,
His forefinger
Soaked in her juice.
I saw him dropp a seed
Inside Mary Magdalene's mug,
I watched the supper
After the last supper,
I smelt
The sweet smell of that supper.
I saw Mary Magdalene
And the seed
Hidden
In the remote region,
I heard them
Declare him seedless.
I hear questions,
I see discomfort
On the face of dishonesty.
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Nice poem composed with vivid imagery. I liked the theme very much. Kudos to your skill. Keep it up. I rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... I shall be highly obliged if you please read and rate my poem 'A busy street' on page 1. Warmest regards Akmal