Sexual Whispers! Poem by Eric Cockrell
Sexual Whispers!
sexual whispers
'neath the shadows mingling,
the dirt and the failures,
and the phone not answered.
the fireplace gone cold,
the trees stripped bare....
the blare of the news,
cutting deep to the quick.
the anger, and the lostness,
without direction or virtue.
dust on the Bible,
a box of shells by the bed.
sexual whispers,
or just memories, and need!
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5/13/2024 1:06:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wow...I like! very write.