Drunk On Jesus Poem by Eric Cockrell

Drunk On Jesus

Rating: 3.5


she walks barefoot,
clad in panties, and
a long flannel shirt...

her long hair falling
down her back...
she's drunk on Jesus,

sunlight dances in her hair...
she smells like coming home,
her eyes soft as she hums.

nothing needed, nothing asked,
a prayer wrapped around...
light born from shadow,

the flower opens!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Victoria Donnelly 22 April 2013

''she smells like coming home'' especially liked this line in this wonderful poem.

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Ebi Robert 03 January 2012

am drunk on this work. Beautiful poem. Appreciatos.

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