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Diamonds
what am i running from?
do my feet betray my thoughts?
i have smelled the scent of the Beloved,
my eyes fixed upon her hem.
and day itself undresses,
without guilt or hesitation.
what has been the night has fallen,
like leaves beneath my feet.
beauty oozes and explodes,
into tiny simple things.
love drives the nail and pants the deer,
stamping by the fence rail.
i want to touch i cannot deny,
and will sacrifice all else.
to feel her skin against my soul,
leaving scars that glow like diamonds.
poem
by
Eric Cockrell
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