Her Will, My Might

I see the nakedness of your will,
unspoken words cascading down a rutted gully,
that space between shadow and light, a thief in the night.

No! you speak not of needs,
desperate wants leaching through eyes that bleed,
you care not as I whimper, concede not when they whisper.

You bind the hearts of men in twine,
innocence flowing through the vains of fools denied,
tragic lies you implied, the indignity extracted when I tried.

This glow shines upon your delicacies,
rejecting demands of my demons woven into your tapestry,
lay there in righteous delight, I bare witness to will over might.