Apocalypse Her Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Today while I was at work
Someone asked why I trust you
The way that I do.
Without thinking I replied that she is my
Intuition.
I know nothing except that without her
I am nothing.
She is the first pair of eyes I encounter
in a crowded place.
That comforting thought that falls out of suite
& breaks the ice of surrender,
The value that appears in the form of a smile
Without a single thought of danger.
Unless you're me
Then you'd have no idea.
Regardless of my idea of right.
She's the anticipation my breath chooses to run,
However well put together.
She corrects me when I am wrong.
The ball of fire the darkest part of me refers to
As apocalypse, in the form of a kiss.
This is why I trust you the way that I do