I use to love them
Equally.
(They) shared heart space
and abode in
equal shares of my devotion.
Inside both,
I placed my hopes and
those dreams they worked toward
with me.
Forming chapters of my history,
explored unfolding mysteries
in threesomes’ burning passions.
Fruit bearing interactions -
creative juices splashing
with fertility
to ripeness.
Until one produced a likeness
not my own.
What once was righteous
now was blown
all to hell.
A deep betrayal felt
within my bones.
I was compelled
to leave alone
that Jezebel.
Gave her share
unto the other.
Made it clear
I could not love a
infidel with changing colors
while her sister bore me art.
Sweet melodies
became a part
of all we did.
Be still my heart
that skipped
‘pon Jezebel’s return.
In a café on Fulton street
she spoke
of how much she had learned.
Showed me she had grown,
how maturity had burned
her conscience with
a true responsiveness
to our deep concerns.
Welcomed back into our fold
she filled a slightly different role -
putting words to the emotions
emanating from my soul
over rhythms her soul sister
and I lovingly composed.
Jezebel, was once rap lyrical
now Jezebel is my prose.
-HymnAgen
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