Controlled Command Poem by Susan Lacovara

Oh baby, Obey
Your thirst
Your verse
You deep seeded curse
That keeps you coming back
For more
Her door
On southern shore
Keep ajar
Never far
From the stars
That kiss them both goodnight
Held tight
In some foreign hindsight
The rehearsed rhyme
From some other time
When two
Stayed true
To the sweet retreat
Of how perfectly bodies could meet
Entangled as one
When the dash of day, done
And she was his youth
While he was her truth
Oh baby, Obey
What our words failed to say
Stay, just your way
Come what may
Come what may