Chapters In Bodies

we write chapters in bodies
wrapped around shared thought...
constantly dying, constantly being born.
sweat, semen, urine, and breast milk,
spilled on the altar of being.
the nipples, lips, and balls of the infinite...
we create fire from darkness's tears.
hands come together across lifetimes,
bridging oceans, distance, and time.

what fools to think it is by chance!
perhaps miracle, but neither magic,
nor opportunity!
we are the tree falling,
the ground waiting,
and the space between.
we are cosmos, litter, and dust!

the kiss a cross, the touch a journey,
the beating of wings that shudders and joins!
angels and demons both stand breathless,
in awe of lovers returning, and burning...
with a blaze, so hungry it's gone!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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