August 22, 2014

Promise


I asked your father
for your hand,
you flowed in and out 
of my dreams.
How could he just
give you away?
Perhaps we were not
what we seemed.
                             
You said Yes when I popped
the question, then I Do,
in a ceremony
flush with sacrifice
and surrender,
sealed with a kiss
and golden rings.
Women wept
as we promised
these things
to each other.

We awakened naked
in a perfect garden,
where we wandered 
dazed and forgotten, 
until one day,
we were banished, 
forever. 

I barely remember
the taste of apple, 
when we were still
so unspoiled,
together.