At The Window!

at the end of the day,
i dont want anything more
than the respect i've earned,
shared compassionate action,
intellectual, stimulating conversation...
or deep stillness revealed.
a good plate of food (i'll share!) ,
a walk with my dog,
a good book to read,
maybe a stiff drink,
a bed to sleep in,
a woman that wants to sleep with me...

a few lines of poetry written as heard,
and the sound of the wind at the window!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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