The Flute... (Let Me In) Poem by Eric Cockrell
The Flute... (Let Me In)
i am the flute,
fashioned of skin and bone.
waiting for the soft feel of your lips,
and the hot breath of your desire.
i am the cup,
made of memory and ache.
that only the waters of your being,
can fill!
i am the lantern,
left covered in the shed.
that only the hunger of your soul,
can light!
i am the raindrop,
clinging to the windowpane
of your secret need...
open the window, let me in!
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4/26/2024 9:18:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
That was just breathtaking, beautiful.