A Saint Of Love Poem by Louise Tredoux

But still, we were outside, modesty dictated
we should break, so I pulled away, but you
did not let me, I was growing scared of discovery,
you whispered let them with such defiance,
but I was brought up a different way, I really
grew panicky and you laughed at me, I fought
to break free, but you were too strong, such
sweet surrender, your arms so strong, such
sweet kisses, I felt the pressure for a long,
long time afterwards, such irresistible coercion,
such conviction of your own mastery, I lost
the fight against your arms and your mouth,
my body won the fight, not my mind, but my
heart went to the other side and irrationally
I let you love me on the beach, forgetting
we were exposed for all to see, such sweet
surrender, such sweet words, I’ll always
remember, always bathed in their glow,
such a glow will last forever, will always
shine in my mind, and old tant Joekie,
such a memory to treasure always, I’ll
never forget, neither will tant Joekie,
who saw us and ran down to warn us
that father was home, I was embarrassed,
you were thankful, I was red while dressing,
you laughed and enjoyed my confusion,
when I was covered up you kissed me
again, undoing all my attempts to become
serious, trying to get back the religious
mien that father requires as proof of a
quest for saintliness, but I feel like a saint
inside, a saint of love, adoring you still
more and more every day…