Just Beyond Touch! Poem by Eric Cockrell

Just Beyond Touch!



your seminal lips,
swollen, quiver....
pajama bound,

light turning on the bottle,
cigarette ashe falling
to the floor....

you smell like me,
25 years ago...
or woodsmoke hanging

in the autumnal chill...
frost on the windows,
the door locked and bolted....

a pair of old boots
sit alone on the porch.
moonlight, and you....

just beyond touch!

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