Sacrament // Emmanuel G G Yamba // Poetry
Sacrament One winter night lust, like a magnet, drew us together, and knowing what the body wanted, I tied myself to you like a palm-wine tapper to a tree. We discovered another teaching: baptism the only way into this kingdom, I submerged into you. Our bodies became a temple of lust, and as the spirit of oneness dwelled in us, we glorified it. Knowing how careful you were not to make a disciple of yourself, I let you gently push me onto my back. Something white—enough to turn scarlet into snow—rolled from you to my belly, down to the sheet, like oil pouring down Aaron’s head, his beard, his garment. Emmanuel G. G. Yamba is a Liberian writer. His writing has been featured in Pepper Coast Mag, SprinNG, Akpata Magazine, Akowdee, African Writer Magazine, Kalahari Review, The Muse, and elsewhere. He was the second runner-up in the 2023 Liberia Association of Writers (LAW) Essay Competition, winner of the 2024 Abu Sherif Poetry Prize, second-place winner of the 2...
