The song of songs
Remains the same
Sung without a word.
A silent movie
Staring king Solomon himself
Sifting wheat from chaff
By dividing babies with a sword
And what mother will trust the process?
And what lover will lose his life's love to save it?
Building a nest not a dungeon
Creepy pursuit
Clinging in the the guise of love
Some sheep in wolfs clothing
Trying to impress
Clad in leather and iron
And how shall my love kiss me with my helmet on?
Vulnerability the price of the consummation
Intercourse with faith and patience
In the darkness of the light
In the shadow of the sun
No turning
No sundial to read
No sunrise
No sunset
Only obvious oblivion
Like trying to wake up one pretending to sleep
In a game of peek-a-boo
Played in a glass darkly.

Nice poem .