<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Inbetween, We Live!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the human heart feeds...<br>we are born hungry, born searching, <br>born needing, born wanting....<br>left alone on an island...<br>we lift our beaks to the sky, <br>gulping for flesh, gulping for air, <br>gulping for fire....<br>still smelling of ocean, <br>and something dark we cant name, <br>we run into the open, <br>running, not knowing where.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i cannot live<br>without the taste of darkness, <br>the smell of flesh, <br>and the touch of that<br>which is hidden...<br>i shout into the ocean, <br>and hear only the roar...<br>i leap from the ledge, <br>forgetting my wings! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>i need a small fire, <br>and the secrets that curtains tell windows.<br>my lips need the grain<br>of soul on soul.<br>my body burns, <br>i listen for the prayer of ashes, <br>ashes that tremble<br>on the hearth alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i need body and eyes, <br>most of all eyes...<br>the curve of the breast, <br>coming and going with the tides.<br>i need legs and dampness, <br>conversation without words...<br>i need to remember<br>that i am alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the quiet walks in the rain, <br>with god as our partner.<br>barking with the dogs, <br>stopping to touch a blade of grass.<br>the feel of nearness, <br>the breath of companion....<br>we are born and die alone, <br>inbetween, we live!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388131" data-title="Inbetween, We Live! de Eric Cockrell" data-description="the human heart feeds... we are born hungry, born searching, born needing, born wanting.... left alone on an island... we lift our beaks to the sky, gulping for flesh, gulping for air, gulping for fire.... still smelling of ocean, and somethin..."></div> </div> </div>

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