The Room Is Bare
blackbird fallen;
candle wax on the table.
lie to me, love me
one more time...
the arching of your soul,
wrapped in legs around me...
the cry of the ocean
just outside the shell...
i kiss you, you taste
like my wanting,
words mean nothing;
black and white photographs
in a world of color...
i can feel the rumble
of the train on the tracks,
you bite my shoulder....
i open my eyes...
and the room is bare!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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