Unabashed Want Poem by Eric Cockrell

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i wipe a tiny cosmos
..from the corner
..........of your mouth,

and watch you sleeping...

'neath a blanket
....of
......crumbling
.........leaves

...and
.....fresh fallen
.......snow;

the scent of your rich dark earth,
...and the pulsing warmth
.....of you evolving

..at my fingertips...

nothing more than
..the owl that has your name,

and the hidden space
..between your fingers

curled in unabashed want....

the dream that kisses your eyelids,
...the first and last small fire
.....in an unnamed cave!