Lost Inside Mine

riding bareback
in the moonlight
down across the pasture

to where the woods begins.
we tie the horses,
and make our way down

to the creek bank
you search for dead branches
while i clear a spot
you can hear the owl

the turtle, and the song
the water sings over the rocks

in the firelight i begin
again the long journey
of knowing you

rediscovering every niche
and crevice, naming
every star in your sky

nothing else exists
anywhere beyond
touch, taste, and feel

and the sound of
your heart beating
lost inside mine

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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