Nothing But the Blood of Jesus

What can wash away my sins?

Photo by Michael Kucharski on Unsplash

They said she be movin slow n sexy

There was nothin but the blood of Jesus
to make a man
not wanna look her way
and sin

But what was his perceived downfall
was righteous, Godly relief
for her.
A survivor. A Mother. A mother fuckin rider.

So he left his wife at home,
unappreciated, feeling forgotten about.
rode out to the little hole in the wall club
Tryna catch some forgetful fade.
Wash away hurt in anger,
Under the lights he came
throwin’ up a fistful of ones
They rained down.
Dollars hit her body and she laid on her back,
Legs in the air, Heels on point
Relief like that first downpour
of every Chicagoan winter
Back arched, eyes closed
Knowledge. Confirmation
two things that in a fast paced world
Came dripping like molasses to the girl
Never overflow. No floods. Nearly always
Too slow.