poem 9 (disguised love poetry), poetry workshop

[wellownedbkup]

a disguised love poem that doesn't mention love... can talk about anything else... but still means love.

Biblically

I always remember to never mention you
in conversations with friends...
as if the whisper of your name
could conjure your presence,
forcing me to remember how, like Adam
upon meeting Eve, I declared "at last,
bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh."

I try to remember to think of you
only as broken clocks can herald time
as though memories can tell of how--
like the queen of Sheba meeting Solomon--
I sat at your feet, tasting the sweet fruit
Wisdom from the knowledge tree,
enriching myself at your hands.

I can hardly remember a time with you
where someone would turn my head aside
as like to say they're a better choice,
like a king who tries to steal a maiden's hand,
though she loves only her shepherd boy...
I remained constant, like seasons and tides--
forever tied and bound to you.

I never remember to forget you.