Soul's Rebellion (Part Two) Poem by Eric Cockrell

you shake me...
'you ok? ,
you must have been dreaming...'
am i dreaming,
or have i always been,
just a shadow, a form,
walking through heated dreams?

too long bound by guilt,
mine, yours, anybody's,
and everybody's....
what am i afraid of?
the image in the mirror,
unarmed and toothless!
even the thief has a god,
the murderer salvation.
the redemption of a poet...
to die and dissolve.

marching, marching,
into the angry streets.
i hear my voice shouting,
tremble with the power.
call the lie a lie,
demand justice and dignity.
wearing the scars of equality,
and nothing else...

breaking through doors,
and smashing windows...
maddened, the wolf
searches for his mate.
knees on stone floors,
bleeding with hunger...
the stink of your jail,
hangs in my breath.

my tongue trails
the last bead of sweat
down your neck to your breasts,
to your nether below.
i am the stolen promise,
the stranger who waited
under your bed,
for your heart to whisper,
'all clear, we are free! '
then like an army of ants,
i stampede through cracks and crevice,
to taste of your honey,
at the cost of my life!