Eric Cockrell

I Am.... (The Fingers Of Love) - Poem by Eric Cockrell

i am the fingers of love...
unlatching the door,
with silent determination.
unbuttoning your blouse,
tracing the line of your neck,
stroking your hidden fire.
playing the strings
of your heart's old guitar,
picking up the pen,
and lighting the match.
digging in the dirt
to plant your dreams,
wiping the tears from
the lines beneath your eyes.
trembling as they tie the bow,
and reach out to touch your casket.
aching with the torrent of passion,
and the years of love's remembrance!

Comments about I Am.... (The Fingers Of Love) by Eric Cockrell

  • (5/17/2012 11:47:00 AM)

    Maestro...Classy....what a power pack poem of emotive romance...Great metaphor tenner ~ Regards ~ niv

    Thanks for comment on my poem
    Invite to read and comment on my poem [read as a protest] ‘Ogling Orgy’ or any … Thanks …..Sorry for belated comment
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  • (5/16/2012 10:22:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem, really put down well. A wonderful write. (Report) Reply

  • (5/15/2012 10:59:00 PM)

    digging in the dirt to plant your dreams.....beautiful words... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2012

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