If you command it

If you command it

I will wait until the walls of our home

Become a blanket of cobwebs and dust

And the weeds relentlessly choke the path

Just as Judas choked on his sins.

If you command it

I will wait here on this old cross

My body punished by pain and time

While your calf-brown eyes drive

Rusted nails into my willing wrists.

If you command it

I'll wait until the sun's final setting

And the stars fade to vague memory;

Until God is nothing but an obscure

Notion in the infinite cosmic tale.

And if you Command it

I will wait for anger and hurt to shed

Like the skin of the first serpent

That we may rise together once more

Entwined as two lovers newly reborn.

I will wait until the end of all things;

If only you would command it.