Iconic Image 1 (Poem )

Through swollen and blurred vision, I glared at her voluptuous body -
a tempting contour of flesh,
as she swayed back and forth,
arrayed in purple and scarlet;
adorned with gold and precious stones
and pearls to eso-erotic music.
She peeled off garments after garments
meant to entice the lust of an idolatrous king,
webbed in an adulterous commitment;
a promise to deliver the desired wish
of a mother's spite.
She swirled amidst incestuous passion,
kissed my uninvited lips,
once the vehicle of rebuke:
"Adultery is sinful in the eyes of God."
I was targeted - cast dungeon-wise
in dark squalor and bleeding walls
splashed with blood-curdling torture.
droplets of my blood spilled from
the silver platter onto the marbled floor
to the delight of the King's lords
and high Captains.
And, before my eyes expired, puffed and swollen,
the seventh veil revealed her wanton nakedness;
etched on her forehead, the prophetic words:
THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND OF THE
ABOMINATION OF THE EARTH.