Your deceiitful tease
and illusive behavior
are beyond compare;
your blind promise
has yet proven
that you really care.
How long
must my soul lowly hang
like unbalance strange fruit---
dripping trails of fallen red juice
as I chase you in desirous pursuit?
They say
only death rivals
your equanimity---
fool I was---thinking
such also included me.
I’m taught
to always love and seek
you everywhere; but
in all my loving and searching
I can’t find you anywhere---
For me---
the warmth of your sweet bosom
has never been there; yet
I shall not wander in vain
nor without a strong belief;
knowing audacious faith
will balance my wanton desire---
sending soft sweet music
from the angle’s lyre; and
from your aching judicial loins,
flowing ecstatic relief:
from all the built up painful grief.
Yes, justice must be for all:
Precious Lord, please hear my call.