She Speaks

[judasmachine]

Desire dictates
And I type
What she says
No matter
How elegant
Or disguised
Her words
They speak
To something
Within and deep
Where without
Her presence
I outwardly weep
And stumble
In my path
But today
I hear her words
And feel her breath
On my neck
Electric and chaotic
Like the wind
Before the thunder
She speaks with command
And I follow like
The songs sung
By the angels
With the words of god
Oh she speaks
With her wants
And all of her needs
That I must provide
And she stares
With those eyes
From which
I can never hide

Robert Demery ‘09