That Lives Beyond

shotguns, and ice,
no panties, no ring.
burnt edge of a rose,
barefoot in jeans.

wrinkled, but fire
dancing in your eyes.
the smell of morning
before darkness dies.

the cling and the hold,
mouth, heart, and soul.
the river unleashed,
raging out of control.

the taste of the unnamed,
unseen, and untold.
stardust in my hands
too elusive to hold.

hymn of the night.
song of the day.
what fills empty,
and then goes away.

how precious the moment,
the gift, fleeting breath.
that lives beyond
my life and my death!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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