What We Call Love... Poem by Eric Cockrell

What We Call Love...



what we call love...
sands trickling through
an hourglass,
on a bare table,
in an empty room.

what we desire...
total and reckless
abandon,
drenched in touch!

what stands between us...
the tight grip of your hands
on your bags!

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