Razor Sharp Plow

i follow the map
...of your body to
.....the place beyond

our limitations.
...deep in the closet,
......pulling out the jar,

that holds the liquid
...of our being...
having paid the price,

made the sacrifice,
...crossing bridges,
.....closing doors never

to be opened again!
for the depth and the edge
...that touched the stars,

and pulled light gasping
..from the darkness....
too close to the fire,

we turned away,
but left something there
we couldnt live without....

unnamed, forbidden,
...our foreheads marked,
.......we walk on... strangers

.in a world gone deaf....
dancing and weeping,
...to the sounds ecstatic and raw....

and now the fire gone dim,
...we stand in silent awe
...of ashes without feeling!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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