Epistle

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By Cody Cook

I am hers across any span of time,

Her will carried in every breath of air

Along invisible currents

Even when she is silent

I belong to her.

Minutes stretch to hours,

I watch for her words like a prayer,

The most exquisite of anguish,

Needing something only she can give.

When light shapes her command,

Distance and time collapse

Her power flows across any frequency

Pixels arranged into the shape of her will

Words that leave my body begging.

I cannot touch her

But I feel her everywhere,

Her care reaches me across the sky

She cannot see me kneel,

And yet I drop.

Obedient,

In silence,

In waiting,

In the honor of unseen service.

About Cody Cook:

Cody Cook is a writer based in St. Louis, Missouri. His work has appeared in Farewell Transmission, Blood + Honey Lit Mag and Bare Back Magazine. He is working on his debut chapbook, which explores the intersections of devotion, reverence, and power. Twitter and Instagram: @codycookstl