Your Words 

A primal cry
Born in the soul
Tears blind me
From the words before me
Your words

Your words-
Death to some,
They are my life 
Repetitively read
To elicit the joy 
That they yield 

My eyes burn
As does my soul
Screaming gratitude 
To the gods
For the only thing
I prayed of them
Oh, my love,
Thou doest provide 

In the midst
Of the greatest storm,
You, my love, 
Are my anchor 
Your words are my breath 
Your presence 
My spirit 

By virtue of you,
I am me
Perpetually satiated 
By the communion 
Of us.

By Deannalynn Arzola 
For my beloved Shadow